Drowned out in the rain,
Is it God's voice?
Is He calling out in vain?
Has He not said,
Go forth.
Has He not said,
Prepare, watch.
The rain is getting little,
Heavy clouds to a drizzle,
But His voice in our ears,
Is it any clearer?
Do you blame the writer,
If the letter sent was received but not read?
What are we doing?
Will we hear before the rain ends?
These water drops fall,
While I say this to you,
Be convicted not alone,
As I look into,
The puddle that shows,
A reflection of my own.
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