haha! this was made while I was wearing glasses, so beware the dorkyness. Although I absoluely love this poem. So I hope you like it :) hehe
The Final Touch
How I love the rain.
It brings new life
and brings new hope.
sometimes it feels too much for me to cope:)
Because for me, rain is more then water.
Its like drops of life from the Father.
Like something worth living for.
makes my life feel like something more.
although in more ways then one, I may be small.
But when He brings the storms, I feel quite tall.
Because its only when they come do I truely see.
The girl he really saw, in the deepest part of me.
Like I said, I may be small.
Not very tall.
Not very strong for that matter.
Not very loud, but rather,
quite and weak.
certianly not a warrior, I would seek.
Oh how fearful I am!
Just as harmless as a little lamb. :)
But back to the rain, where my story first began.
Because as you can see, thats where most life comes to be.
As for me, I am like a flower.
Oh how under the ground I cower.
Ah! but alas the storm reels in.
oh, what a coward I have been.
But one thing I don't realize as a flower.
is that the God I serve has so much power.
The water I fear, makes me grow.
grow more, then even I would know.
So in seeing he knows best.
Probably better then the rest.
I finally can see my petals shine.
Reflecting Gods love, and beautiful design.
I see myself come back to life.
just like the trees in december.
I come back and surrender.
So now you see, why I love the rain so much.
Because in the end, I always see, Gods Final Touch.
