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THEN THE RAINS CAME

 AND THEN THE RAINS CAME


 For several days we’ve watched with joy the colors of the Fall;

The reds, the golds, the bronzes, and we have loved them all;

So vivid, they took our breath away, beauty beyond compare;

Each oak and maple a worship scene, each fire in the bush a prayer.

Then came the November rains.

 

The leaves let go as the storms blew in, not able to sustain

Their grip on the branch which had held them fast, but that was before the rain.

Unlike the showers of spring and summer which cause the leaves to grow;

The cold November rains of fall with frosty breath do blow;


 

It isn’t just the leaves of trees which dread the cold cold rains;

God’s people live and laugh and love, have losses as well as gains;

We must prepare to keep holding on when the storms of life blow through.

November rains will come.

 

But if we’ve built an ark of safety as directed by our Lord

If we have nurtured our faith and trust by reading in His Word

If we, like trees, are rooted deep, in the soil of heaven’s peace

Then we can weather the storms of life until the rains  shall cease.

We can make it through the rains.

  

© Joan Rowden Hart  November 2015

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