When waters flow, when waters fail: You remain the Author of life.
When dazzling, crystal skies
Become horizons filling us with dread.
We cry out,
Lord, heal our broken and parched land.
When grainless fields produce only clouds of ash.
When trees gasp in unison
We cry out,
Lord, heal our broken and parched land.
When homes are scorched by wind-danced flames

And we wonder where we will lay our head
We cry out,
Lord, heal our broken and parched land.
When our rainbow window
Morphs into the mouth of Armageddon.
Lord, heal our broken and parched land.
Beautifully stated. Pray for rain!
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Thank you Gaye. Happy birthday!!
Thoughtful. Thank you.
You are very nice, Bernice. Thank you.