Word Of Soul
A heavy rain showered down,
And the hot earth cooled.
In silence I stood, and heard,
The words of thanks, from earth to sky.
Had I a deadly pain?
I would lift my hands to Him,
And when cured,
I would send my truthful gratitude.
A deed of help I did.
Benefited uttered words of thanks.
Where is it flowing from,
Mere lips or from deep within?
If mere lips, utter not rather.
For thanks is the word of soul.