RAINMAKER
Mercy waits in the wingswhen it's time that afords the grace
For hope eternal springs
from a clock with a smiling face
We jump and sometimes run
From things not understood
But when clouds have blocked the sun
It's hard to know what's good
Yet still the moon shines on
From the birth of a season to next
And the tide of pain has washed both in and out of context
In the valleys soil is fair and rivers feed the soul
It's in the sum of the halfs plus the whole
We'll gain and then again
Be awed in all at the end
For our Maker of the rain is our provider and dearest friend
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