My sisters and I grew up singing this song with our dad. It was a regular for us before his Sunday morning sermons. I am not sure why but this song is back in my spirit as its been raining all week.
Rain means so many different things and as I said in a previous post, how do you pray for it when it could mean a flood and destruction for someone else.
But I need the rain of God’s presence all over me and through my life right now. There is not an area that doesn’t need to be soaked by the water of His Holy Spirit. But like the flowers I won’t worry about how loud and boisterous the wind sounds as the rain falls, I will bask in the blessing.
– by Beth Barnard
Little flowers never worry
When the wind begins to blow.
And they never, never cry
When the rain begins to fall.
Oh, it’s wet and oh so cold,
Soon the sun will shine again.
Then they’ll smile unto the world,
For their beauty to behold.
When the clouds begin to gather
And the storm begins to blow,
Little flowers don’t complain,
Though they’re tossing to and fro.
Oh, I guess they’ve learned the secret,
They don’t fret because they know,
If it never, never rained,
Then they’d never, never grow.
So, let it rain, let it rain, let it pour,
Little trouble keep on knocking at my door,
If we’ll learn the right from wrong,
It will help to make us strong.
Lord, please help us learn the secret,
Even little flowers know,
If it never, never rains
Then we’ll never, never grow.