Outside, Under the Sky

Outside

Under the sky

I see the rain falling

In the night

Falling

Shimmering

Pierced by a light

Above my head

Falling

Glimmering

Gently washing my face

Washing it of every trace

Of frustration

And discouragement

Falling

Wet and cool

Refreshing

I lift my head

I lift my hands

In the night

To catch the rain

Within in my sight

Falling

Like tiny diamonds

Presents to my soul

Filling me with peace

And making me whole

Falling

Swirling

Tickling my skin

In the darkness of the night

Standing in the rain

With one single light

Above my head

Outside

Under the sky

Free

by Christina Morley

Our Children

There is no army without formal training,

Equipment, or plan for implementing.

Instead, each soldier knows how to fight

With his weapons in hand, his goal in sight.

Our children are the same; they rely on you and me.

Let’s not send them out as guppies into the sea.

The sharks have teeth and they sure can bite.

The darkness wages war against the light.

Our weapons are not guns, fists, or knives.

They are not for destruction, but are to save lives.

Our weapons are prayer, the Word, and His Spirit.

We have the victory cry, so let them hear it!

by Christina Morley