Umbrellas of Grace: Whimsically Wet
Making the most of my senior years,
Surviving many heartfelt tears—
When warm rain falls, the fun begins,
Our God is crying away, our sins.
Grab your umbrella, dance in tears with joy,
Embrace the love with the umbrella toy.
Grab your partner and have loads of fun,
Catch the Lord’s teardrops, upon your tongue.
Splash in the puddles, run in rain,
It’s joyful just being a tad bit insane.
Love is everywhere, wet or dry.
As a gift from the Lord in the sky.
Enjoy those golden senior years,
That you have outlasted all the tears.
Don’t let that precious love disappear.
Let it shine, without a trace of fear.

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