Thank God For Rain Poem by Michael P. Johnson

From all life’s storms we seek the shade
We shrink away from pain
Yet from but sun, are deserts made
Thank God for precious rain

Without His rain to make it grow
Our land could yield no crop
Yet still we shun the storms below
And seek the mountaintop

Up there we laugh, we’re full of smiles
In joy we sing our song
But in the deep amongst life’s trials
We don’t feel quite as strong

Yet this is where true strength is found
When man is weak and low
It’s there we tread on holy ground
It’s there in Christ we grow

If Godly joy, is strength to all
Is weakness then a sin?
Does sorrow bring about our fall?
Does Satan’s reign begin?

Too many see in sadness, shame
When someone’s life seems down
Do not be quick in Jesus’ name
To judge another’s frown

Help neighbours climb God’s holy hill
His love to reap and share
Not only is it Heaven’s will
But shows how much we care

Down valleys deep, up mountains high
Far best we understand
It may be you, my friend or I
Who next may need a hand