Gods precious little gifts, fall in my hands, are these the drops we cried yesterday momma? the drops we thought were gonna turn into floods? and here they are, back, with a sweetness i cant describe.
posted by Anisa at 11:02 PM
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Gods precious little gifts, fall in my hands, are these the drops we cried yesterday momma? the drops we thought were gonna turn into floods? and here they are, back, with a sweetness i cant describe.
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Dusty faces glisten
after a purification,
when drops of heaven wash away our aging sorrow
Bring your precious cargo down
Let us revel in it
Let coolness soothe our parched hearts
and life revive our tired souls
Fresh, an innocence that forgets all troubles
as it dances in this timeless miracle, the sighing rain,
with upturned spirit
and hands raised in joyful wonder
At a brief monsoon
in a dry and merciless summer,
a spring of life, an oasis,
in an endless desert,
a radiant smile
on a young face lined with age,
at life short-lived and sweet
where there was none,
at a moment of grace
where death seemed to walk forever
Hi Anisa,
We look skywards up to the Eternal Saviour for the life line. The wait has been endless but hope endures. Finally the wait's over but the thought will it last.
The thirst remains and so is the hope.
F
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