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Wash Away
Some mornings I wake up
to a soft Pitter-Patter outside my window.
I lay in bed listening to the rain
waiting for it to wash away
everything sad in the world
But it never does.
Some rare nights,
When the world is wet and cloudy,
I sit in the cold, feeling the rain
Pitter-Patter on my head
Hoping it will wash me away
But it never does.
When I hear the Boom-Boom from the sky
I think of God's anger at the world,
His teardrops pouring down, thunder crying out,
All because of me, my faults, this guilty world.
I wonder why He promised to never again
Wash us all away
Published 26th Jul 2017
| Edited 29th Nov 2024
Author's Note
Found in a childhood journal
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27th Jul 2017 2:48am
There is an almost childlike innocence in these verses that made them a pleasure to read
Thanks for commenting! I wrote it years ago so I wasn't sure about posting it here. Glad you enjoyed it :)
