Mercy drops round us are falling...
but for the showers we plead.
I drove toward this horizon on my way to work this morning. Such paltry little sprinkles only tease the parched ground and add to the drawn look in the eyes of our farmers. We need rain.
Likeways, we seem to be facing a drought of true spirituality in this land--many cries of "Lord, Lord" but very few changed lives. "Love your neighbor" is a popular message; "Keep My commands," not so much. We need rain.