Again the blessing..

And when it finally rains on us
The skies bright with light and flowing down torrents.
We turn our faces towards those blues
That are blue no longer but the grey of woe.
And pray to that which is All.
To grant us that which we don't deserve.
And grant us all that we wish for us
Grant us more.
And grant us that which is Your wish
Then grant us more.
And supplicants though we might not be Yours
Believe in You we do.
And praiseworthy we might not be
But that is who You are.
So be with us when we know not we need.
And be with us when we ask for help.
And when the rain holds its fire,
You stay with us like the shade without a shadow.
And stay with us like all that You are.