TRIP TO GRANDMOTHER’S II
All day long those wipers swing,
All day long the rain drops cling,
And then slip down and disappear,
Here wind can toss them to the rear.
All day long in the road side gutter,
The rain strikes sown with tossing sputter.
All day long the rain gray sky,
Seems pressing down to the hill tops nigh.
All day long the trucks come zooming,
Out of the rain made mist glooming:
All day long the cars come gliding,
And to our rear so quickly sliding.
My life is like this rainy trip,
Where every thing’s with wet adrip.
The days frown by with sorrow and pain:
My heart fights back ‘gainst storm and rain.
But I keep the road to the home of God,
I hold my feet to the part Christ trod.
No storm of earth can my faith subdue,
Nor ever close out the heavenly view.
Though storm crushed now, I’ll not complain,
I know what lies beyond the rain:
A goal’s placed there by the God above,
That will make plain He’s a God of love.
It may be now that joys draw near,
Exceeding those to my heart so dear;
But if grief still my heart must test,
I know full well it’s for the best.
I bathe myself in the gospel light,
My heart find strength in His word’s might:
And I have joy in promised peace;
And I can wait till troubles cease.
And I press on this blood marked way,
And I wait the perfect day,
And I’ll sing now my hymn of praise,
And I’ll thank God for the rainy days.
Photo Above: Source – Personal postcard collection of B.J. Johanningmeier