Thy Word #41

Let the rainfall remind me of
Thy mercies so tender and essential.
Come also unto me, like the sunshine,
O Lord, even the moonlight shows your face.
Thy salvation, like the warm breeze
According to your abiding Holy Spirit.
Thy word, the good soil I grow in.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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