RAIN DROP |
| By Veronica Cauley |
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| Last night I dreamed that I was a rain drop |
| I was special - a rain drop! |
| My flight was from heaven |
| It was plain to me that I was not just a rain drop flying at a high speed |
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| It was a need to be clear and clean |
| Oh yes, I am so graceful |
| This means, as you see, I was special - a rain drop! |
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| I could feel that my trip was important |
| On my way down I could see clouds |
| I could feel the air all around me |
| I could smell that I was a fresh drop of rain |
| Yes, a rain drop! |
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| As I landed on the ground I found out that, with other
rain drops, I was not alone |
| I became something so important |
| Yes, one rain drop! |
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| I am water to drink! |
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| So don't think that you are not important |
| Every thing that God makes is for a good reason |
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| As a rain drop I water the earth |
| You are God's creation, too, and you can water God's love with your praises |
| So please give God praises ... |
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| Be a rain drop!
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