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| (For a Sunday School teacher
who |
| didn't know what the rainbow
meant.) |
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| In Sunday School I heard the story |
| Of the rainbow in the sky; |
| And I thought that I could find it |
| Just by looking way up high. |
| |
| So shading my eyes from the sunlight |
| I'd search the heavens again and again; |
| 'Til one day Daddy gently told me, |
| "There's no rainbow without rain." |
| |
| Then one morning I awakened |
| To the patter of the rain |
| And with face pressed to the window |
| I began to search again. |
| |
| Looking past the falling raindrops |
| I searched the dark clouds one by one, |
| 'Til I heard Mother kindly whisper, |
| "There's no rainbow without the sun." |
| |
| Weeks later while lying in the grass |
| Watching sun-lit clouds float by, |
| I was lazily enjoying the summer day |
| When a drop of water hit my eye. |
| |
| Big rain drops now came splashing down |
| As questioningly I scanned the air; |
| And, lo, in all its radiant beauty |
| I saw God's rainbow there. |
| |
| As I gazed in pure amazement |
| At this glorious array, |
| The rain drops stopped - the sun shone bright |
| And I watched the rainbow fade away. |
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| Now I think I have it figured |
| At least it makes good sense to me |
| The rain drops are the tears He sheds |
| In tender love for you and me. |
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| The sun He placed there in the sky |
| To light our lives throughout the years |
| And the glory of the rainbow |
| Is just God smiling through the tears. |
