Poem October 5, 1987 ISSUE

The blessings are always there

Theodore L. Clapp

Dry time. Dry time.
The words of Truth seem sterile.
Shall I wait for the sometime rain?

Get down on your knees
And soak up His shower of blessings!

Theodore L. Clapp

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