"God's Umbrella"

Morning came without sun, And a small storm meandered in. Thunder and lightening, Then rain and a little hail. I peeked out the door, And saw the newspaper there, Uncovered it was, And getting wet. I ran to my closet And donned my robe. Then I ran outside, With umbrella unfurled. A few peas of hail rained down, But I was protected you see; My umbrella was there To shield me from harm. I prayed to God Not to let it get worse, And in a littel while, All had stopped. As much as we needed the rain, Hail is not wanted. But it did melt too And the sun shone again. A storm is like our lives, As we pray for little things. But we seem to forget, The most importance of all. I try to remember, All that should be right, But sometimes I forget What's really meant to be. I looked at my umbrella, And began to think. God is like that little thing; He protects us too don't you know. I turned my face toward Heaven, And strongly realized, That all my answered prayers Are God's umbrellas. by Jann Newland ©May 2005