Rainday.
Drizzle-drazzly rainday
Siblings far away
Wonder what's to gain here
If perchance we may.
Water overflowing
Around my umbershoot
Weatherproof phone typing
About what's here to loot.
Likewise He's well equipped us
With evidence to boot
To conquer what'er miffs us
To render 'loneness moot.
What pictures this communion?
None makes analogy.
Great Confidant in union
This is reality.
Else I'm a vine that's walking
About with tendrils wrapped
Around a floating trellis
But where's the fun in that?
We've learned to hide in Jesus
Felt held tight in His hand
Known talk with Him that frees us
To walk as conq'ring land.
We walk, stomp splashy puddles
Alone learn to abide
Keep images that help us
What muddles, cast aside.
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