wake, enjoying the coolness of the morning
earlier had brought rain down.
of the leaves were heard,
they reached out their gloves and captured each drop,
a baseball player would stretch up to prevent
fly ball from landing over the fence.
dryness of the air was given drink,
every thirst was quenched.
how my soul yearns for the peace of what God supplies.
donít ask for it, but because He loves me, He gives.
trees canít pray,
they sing with rejoicing
what God delivers to them.
you for Your breath dear God.
you for Your drink which You provide.
you for my desire to stretch out
receive Your drink of eternal quenching of my soul.
you Dear God for Your drink.
Your Drink by Ronhales Psalm 104:13