Plitter Platter by the Sunday's Rain

It's a poem about a girl who has taking advantage of and seals her on faith....

Drip, Drip, Drip

Goes the sound of the rain

Like a distance choir that I hear

Praise the Lord for the rain

Drip, Drip, Drip

Goes the sound of the rain

Now someone is testifying

Praise the Lord for the rain

I see light, I see light, darkness

Cold, I see light, I see light

Darkness, cold, alone

Thank God for peace

Does a frog leaps for joy

Also croaks when death is allured

By the sweet scent of cupid's arrow

Praise God for the rain

Touch every so softly

By rigid hands where I did place my trust

Those same hands crush me

Praise the Lord for the rain

Drip, Drip, Drip

Plop, Plop, Plop

Music to my ears

Praise God for the sanctification, cleansing

Knowing the secrets that I kept inside of me, my diary

Thrust open with a mighty rod oh how foolish of him

Drip, drip, drip

Take and drink for this is his blood

Plitter, Platter, of the Sunday's rain

Never again

  

Author's Note

I wrote this because there are some sick people in this world and we as writer has an obligation to let it be known. In our writing people minds can be open through our words we can guide them to the truth....

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

Nature is the greatest analogy to sanctification. Both rain and the cross are the symbols of Gods
purity and grace. I praise God for any and all things; for those impossible and improbable . From
the smallest to the largest. Thanks for sharing this word with us my friend.

dana

[Lizzie Mitchell]

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[Alex Boyd]

What's that???

[Pryde Foltz]

A very passionate spiritual write. The use of onomatopoeia gave it an infectious rhythm.

[Alex Boyd]

Thank you Ms. Foltz

[Pryde Foltz]

Call me Pryde:)

[Alex Boyd]

Okay, I see that you are publish which is very exciting. Can't wait till my time though I have a bit to go but once I make it there there's no going back.