Praying for Rain, by David C. Moon

Parched soil, cracked, hardened by unrelenting daily heat

Swirling clouds of dust fill my soul, choking the light

Tender shoots springing from my heart wither, collapsed, gasping

Clasped hands, bowed head, the priest on bended knee

Gives voice to my soul, pierced through with many sorrows¹

To thee I witness my heart, imprinted with His name

My mind, to always remember Him

My life, bound by covenant to keep thy law

Please, Father, send rain.

I thirst.²

Then came there forth both blood and water.³

This is my blood which is shed for the remission of sins.⁴

I will pour water upon him that is thirsty and floods upon the dry ground.⁵

Great drops falling down,⁶ slowly at first

Splattering in the dust, softening the thirsty soil

The drizzle turns to downpour

Soaking, soothing, healing, filling my soul

How can a small plastic cup hold such a flood?

Drenched in Spirit, poured out from heaven, my cup runneth over⁷

Living Water refreshes, renews, as I recommit

Tender shoots springing up unto everlasting life.⁸

11st Timothy 6:10

2 John 19:28

3 John 19:34

4 Matthew 26:28

5 Isaiah 44:3

6 Luke 22:44

7 Psalm 23:5

8 Doctrine and Covenants 63:23