dry season prayer

 

The ground, dried to cracking,

cannot long sustain healthy crop growth.

Father, pour down refreshing rains!

 

This voice, parched to hoarseness,

cannot easily sing joyful praise.

Jesus, stretch out your healing hand!

 

That poem, void of inspiration,

cannot take shape on the page.

Spirit, ignite with your creative breath!

 

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