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 We Prayed for Rain

(Villonnet)

 

We prayed for rain and now I sit inside.

In the Southwest, it’s a sin to complain.

And though I planned to mow and weed today,

He chooses all the ways that He provides.

 

As rain falls steadily, I write and hide.

I’ll thank God for the moisture that we need.

And praise Him for His tender love and care.

We prayed for rain and now I sit inside.

 

For all He’s given me for which I cried,

I thank Him for His generosity.

Sometimes His answers rearrange my plans.

He chooses all the ways that He provides.

 

We prayed for rain and now I sit inside.

And soon enough, I’ll go outside to work.

He chooses all the ways that He provides.