Gentle Reader,
First FMF in a month. First of the Autumn season. (Autumn beings September first. Don’t @ me).
Kate says: rain.
Go.
Lord God, You see my heart
And every other hidden part
All the things I want to keep
From unkind prying eye’s sweep
You count the tears upon the sham
See the way my mind does scan
For safety, danger, or middle world
While my hands in fists are curled
Jesus, rain upon Your weary sheep
Torrents of grace, so streams grow deep
That I may walk with head held high
Even if I don’t know the why
Stop.
