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ALL SUNSHINE MAKES THE DESERT It's no fun to feel pain; to live with gnawing hurt. But what we find in nature, is also true in you, Wisdom adroitly goes against, what you thought you knew. Take heed to God's alert! ALL SUNSHINE MAKES THE DESERT! Our flimsy flesh doesn't want the rain to keep us in. It puts a dreary dismal damper on our self made plan. Life's stormy seasons force His spring cleaning to begin. We say, "I can't take another drop!" Abba speaks, "You can!" So we cry and pout, then stomp our feet, till Father orders, "Hush, Foolish child! Scan creation. The rain forest is most lush! Her ever verdant fertile canopy hosts myriads in her branches. You too can be such. Will it be barren tents or sprawling ranches?" Now don't complain. Better still,rejoice, my daughter, my son When you feel a drop of rain fall on your silky shirt. Seek shelter, find solace in the final fecund outcome, For once again I assert, "All sunshine makes the desert!" ps. I CARE NOT FOR MEN’S APPROVAL OR JUST WHAT THEY MAY THINK OF ME. BY HIS SPIRIT I REMOVE ALL VOCIFEROUS ACRIMONY. THEIR PETULANT OVULATING DISCOURSE DOESN’T BRING ME THE SLIGHTEST REMORSE, FOR WITH JOY I STEADY LIFE'S CRUEL COURSE; FAVORED WINDS FUEL FAITH’S FULL FORCE. NO, I WON’T BE TOSSED HERE AND THERE BY THE "SEIZE" OF MEN’S MIGHTY JAWS. I’VE DECIDED TO PAUSE WITH PATIENCE, FOR THE SOUND OF HEAVEN’S APPLAUSE. AS ANGEL’S PRAISE ECHO OFF THEIR WINGS, WHILE THEY TRACE EVERY PLACE I WENT LET THEM ALL POINT OUT AS EACH HEART SINGS, "FATHER, THERE GOES YOUR FAITHFUL SERVANT” NO, I WASN’T EXACTLY PERFECT. AND YES, YOU COULD SAY THAT I BROKE SOME LAWS. BUT CHRIST’S BLOODIED HANDS CAME TOGETHER COVERING ME: FIRST TO LEAD HEAVEN’S APPLAUSE. SO I WILL NOT BE SWAYED BY THIS AND THAT, THROWN TO ‘N FRO BECAUSE, IN FAITH I WAIT FOR THE JOYOUS THUNDER OF HEAVEN’S APPLAUSE!!!!!!!!!!! |
Additional Notes:
please forgive the all caps of the p.s. it is merely an encouraging word.
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