My Poetic Son

Both my kids are very talented. Today I will post one of Isaiah's many poems. Tomorrow, I will post one of Abby's fables.

Rain, rain, still more rain,

Turning happiness into pain.

Why do these drops keep falling down?

Turning smiles into frowns.

Maybe it’s God crying from heaven,

As He watches the poor get forsaken.

Has it ever occurred to us,

That maybe the weather reflects our every action?

So don’t complain about the rain,

First think about the souls you might have slain.

Seek Him First!