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Rain Drops

Could it be that the rain drops are the tears of God, that the thunder is the aching of his heart, the mourning for my sin?

Disappointment in his eyes?

Could the lightening be his wrath, the anger of a jealous God, the sadness that I cause.

Could it be his love, pouring down on me.

Drenching me, washing away the dirt.

Leaving me, soaked, under many colors, with tear drops flowing down my face, perfectly falling into His hands.


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