Latter Rain Poem by Richard Merrell

Latter Rain



In a world of trouble and pain
I find I'm blessed by latter rain;
That rain which God bestows in time
When going is hard and things aren't fine.
For, all living things need rain to grow
Plants, animals and man also,
Now I must grow, not live in vain -
But only through God's latter rain.

Proverbs 16: 15

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