| THE DROUGHT by Eva The drought is come. How hot and dry the thirsty land! A barren and most desolate land, Where cracked, parched lips cry out in vain for rain And not a drop is found to water earth or ease her pain. How to reverse the curse that has plagued the soul of man? Not mirth, I say, but tears shall reach and touch The Master's hand. O' humbled soul, take leave and wail before G-D's throne! Repent, cry out, turn from your sin, and cease to roam! Seek G-D's face! His Name alone be glorified. Prepare for rain, ye saints of His; In Him abide! |
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