what if Jesus came in a dark cloud,
and fell like tender mercy rain
on the mouths of the hungry...
no hint of thunder,
no flash of lightning!
and what if the prayers
of those same hungry
were the wind that brought the cloud....
what would the rain sound like?
would you walk in this rain...
or run for shelter?
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