Need smell the Rain I stand alone my eyes are closed, as tears
roll down my cheeks.
The storm is here and I do fear, as the immoral winds peaks.
I hear leaves rustle, feel my hair flicker across my face.
I only hope as my eyes open, I fall into Gods grace.
The day grows darker and waters crash pounding along the shore.
Unsheltered from the driving rain I pray for his mercy more.
During the clatter of the thunder, I regard the warning call.
I plead for forgiveness of my sins, knowing he paid them all.
Peace then settles in my heart, and I praise his holy name.
He paid the price, He sacrificed, I only… need smell the rain. Monica Raye
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