'The Spirit Moves When It Rains' Poem by Becky LaPrarie

The spirit is alive yet sometimes we forget
Not taking enough time to be alone
With our Lord in peace and quiet
Choosing to sit down and fret

The rain pitter patters upon my roof
And it causes me to think upon our Lord
For even the rain can bring peace and rest
Even when fear and temptation
Had brought upon us a mighty test

As the rain drops slowly on this old tin roof
I feel the nudge of the “Holy Spirit” within
Saying to me: “this would be a good time to pray
For I have given you a rainy restful day”

Take time to thank me and count
The many blessings I have bestowed upon you
Take time to feel the closeness of my presence
Take time my child for me too

I love you child of mine
I am glad you stopped in
I hope we can visit one another
On a sunny or another dreary day
For I look forward to meeting with you again!
©2004 Becky LaPrarie