I'm just a child in the rain.
Sometimes running, sometimes hiding
From the rain that pours on me.
At times I sing with carefree pride,
Or dance upon the open field.
At times I cry in selfless glee,
As the rain streaks over me;
Making me feel fresh and free.
But at times I fear the rain will never end.
The downpour stings my baby skin.
The dancing stops, and the singing fades away...
I cannot find a safe place to stay,
A place that can shield my drenched and wretched self
From the rain that pours in the night’s strong gale.
I know that just awhile ago,
I left the safe haven of my father's arms.
I left to see what the rain was hiding from me.
The happiness and prosperity I dreamt I would find,
Quickly eroded with’s life realities, outside His loving arms.
All I can see is the rain around me.
The darkness and the rain become my only reality.
I'm just a blind child wandering in the rain.
And it is no wonder that I cannot find my way.
Worry fills my soul.
Fear consumes my mind.
I can't understand where the rain comes from,
Or where it will go.
The rain has changed into a storm,
And, I, too have changed.
I am not the same child looking for fun
Where none can be found.
I cry in despair to the dark night that surrounds,
But I doubt that anyone will hear my plea.
"Abba Father! If you're there . . .?
Please, come abide at my side!"
I am silent.
I stand alone.
I do not have a place to turn.
Then I see Him coming
His light shines a candle through the dark night,
And all the animals in the field stop to stare.
He kneels by my side and lifts me up from my despair.
He carries me home in the caress of His might.
His bent back shields me from the rain,
The rain meant for me.
Such is the love of a father.
Such is the love of my Heavenly Father
Who left his heavenly home to save me from the rain.
The rain which I so foolishly embraced.
The rain that would have drowned me,
Had He not come to save me
poem by Meredith Oman
e-mail her at meridith.oman@gmail.com
