Sing praises to The Lord of Heaven
The One who sends latter rain
Asking to relieve this drought
And pour His Blessings upon the plain
For it is Our Father who controls
Nature's worldly weather vane
So in Him have not a doubt
The thirst He quenches for your gain
Though it seems like someone else
May play mayhem within the sane
God trumps the foolish route
That river taken by the main
Pray all may overcome the leaven
Inside clouds of fear and pain
For The very Lord Himself to shout
That fear inside our souls to come out
We ask in Jesus Name,
Amen
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