So very humbling to see the sight,
A man asks God to ease his plight.
On his knees, his hands in prayer
I watch and lament a mans despair.
His words were silent.
I knew them well,
we’re not so indifferent, nor infidel.
Absorbed by the silence and solitude
A remedy to aid tormented moods.
A new morn came. A brand new day.
Had his plea been answered and troubles away?
Through his eyes i saw a soul refreshed,
fear had lifted, reproved, repressed.
So very humbled to see the sight,
When God helped man to win his fight.
RAIN WITH A CHANCE OF SPEEDBALLS 