Even God can make words rhyme,
He says,
'Writes lullabies on clouds
And pours them like tear drop
Rain falling on your parched tongue, '
That's what he says alright,
'Makes little rivers straight through
Main Street, '
There's a twinkle in his eye
Chalked words once questioned
The existence of God,
Horrid and enticing
Now they swim by, milky swirls,
Like a message from God himself
While a little girl in green rain boots
Holds tight her father's hand and
Takes steps through puddles,
Leaving faith size
Footprints on the steps of
A cathedral
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