Sometimes he rains too. In fact, I often am very grateful for His rains (living in a desert and all).
I’m just funnin’ ya. I’m glad to see you are human too.
:-D
Bedtime....goodnight dear FRiends. God Bless.
Even in lush NY, it can get pretty dry and we don’t have the plants that can tolerate it, so the rain we’ve gotten recently is more than welcome.
Now if He could send along some of that global warming.....
When I sing that song I always think of rain, like pouring blessings and love but...
Well, amen and amen.
(First Verse) When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, You have taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.
(Chorus) It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well, with my soul.
(Last Verse) And Lord, haste my day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall appear, Even so, it is well with my soul.
(Chorus) It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well, with my soul.
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