The Summer's Storm Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

THE SUMMER'S STORM

The sky is black in Northern view
A storm is surely pushing through,
As Thunder roars right over head
To shake me from my slumbering bed.

The birds in flight upon the breeze
Calling their friends into the trees.
They know the cleansing soon to come
As they hear God's sweet and gentle drum.

So close I feel the dampness here
And smell the scent of One so Dear.
How much I love the Summer rain
As it cleanses cobwebs from my brain.

And when it's o'er and all is clean
The grass and leaves so brightly green,
I count this blessing, one of mine,
As I see God's Son, now o'er us shine.


Author: C.S.Witt

By Ms. Caroline


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