God Is My Umbrella

Raindrops fall of fear and doubt-
soaking me from the inside out-
but with a shield to keep me dry-
the rain won't cause me harm, and why?

God is my umbrella.

Raindrops full of tears and hate-
form a wall so huge I quake-
but I climb it with the strength of One-
breaking through the rain just like the Son.

God is my umbrella.

Raindrops blinding all that's good-
cover my face like a darkened hood-
but I've got a light shining through the dark-
it's in my heart and left its mark.

God is my umbrella.

Raindrops now begin to slow-
I keep my head up as I go-
A smile which makes my spirit glow-
My eyes are graced with His Rainbow.

God is my umbrella.

[ by Ellen M. DuBois Copyright © 2002 -- submitted by: Ellen M. DuBois ]