In a world of trouble and pain
I find I'm blessed by latter rain;
That rain which God bestows in time
When going is hard and things aren't fine.
For, all living things need rain to grow
Plants, animals and man also,
Now I must grow, not live in vain -
But only through God's latter rain.
Proverbs 16: 15
Richard Merrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/latter-rain/
