Poetry

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How the rain keeps me calm as it falls upon the palms

As it beats against the roof in such a rythmic way
It reminds me of songs forgotten and not heard in this day

Songs of joy and songs of laughter, songs of sorrow and of days that were happier

I would that these raindrops would tell me from whence they come.
As they dance on the rooftop and beat as a drum

They fall from the clouds, as I hear God's thunder
The mere echo of his voice it cause me to shudder

I respect HIS awesome Power and I respect HIS awesome Glory, I have reverence for HIS Wisdom and HIS never-ending story

So as the rain falls and causes me to reflect, beating as a drum like HIS chosen elect

Steady and willing used for HIS Purpose, watering this world with Love, against the evel serpent

Bringing forth the harvest which was predestined until now, All the pain will cease and and all the lost shall be found

So as the rain ceases to drum, and the rythm grows faint
So does the work of HIS children, and Alas! rest for HIS saints

The Songs of old will now be remembered, along with the mew songs as an ingrafted memeber

The old songs are the prophets who once proclaimed God's goodness aloud, but their time here on earth was as fleeting as a cloud.

The new songs are the elect that still walk in this day, together with the old are we made complete in every way.

So as the clouds drop rain and the Heavens echo HIS voice, Oh how the Great beating of the drum brings forth a great choice.

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