Under Rain or


Clouds and rainbows go together

as the thunder goes with rain.

To faith it matters not the weather

even death --to faith is gain


In times like these our faith must rise

spread its wings and scan the skies;

and fix its gaze upon Godís good,

and trust Ďthough allís not understood.


And then with a leap

into the air so trusting

self to a loving care,

and rise on thermal tides adjusting

faith to heavenís lighter air


Sailing gliding holy breezes,

letting God do what He pleases

While wings out-stretched

as poof of trust

Letting God do what a good God must


Believing not in the god of Chances

But in One who drew loveís plan

And guides a dove to olive branches

And to Ararat Godís man