Your Loving Rain


My well of hope is running dry,
My thirst for you grows strong,
But my will is weak,
And I'm afraid I cannot wait.

I pray for your rain,
Pour down upon me,
Drench me til I thrist no more,
And my well is full of you.

I long to have you near,
To bathe in your waters,
To restore myself to you,
From your sweet, gentle touch.

My well is nearly dry,
But I shall stand beside and wait for you,
I will not give up hope,
As I seek your loving rain.

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