My heart is parched by unbelief,
My spirit sere from inward strife;
The heavens above are turned to brass,
Arid and fruitless is my life.
Then falls Thy rain, O Holy One;
Fresh is the earth, and young once more;
Then falls Thy Spirit on my heart;
My life is green; the drought is o'er!
- Drought, By Betty Bruechert
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