While Kitty by the window
Was looking at the rain,
Watching the big drops splashing
The bright transparent pane;
She saw the vivid lightning,
And hear the thunder roar,
Each time the flash seemed brighter,
And nearer than before.
Till Kitty at the window
No longer could abide,
But nestled, pale and trembling,
Close to her mother’s side.
“Mamma, is God so angry
He speaks so very loud,
High up in the sky yonder,
Behind the thunder cloud?
“And when He throws the lightning
That looks so very red,
And when you raised your hand up,
What was it that He said?”
“‘Tis not that God is angry”—
The mother, fond, replied,
And kiss’d the little questioner
That nestled by her side.
“God does not speak in thunder,
‘Twas not His voice we heard;
To us, in love, He speaketh,
We hear Him in the Word.
And all who love the Saviour
To whom their souls are dear,
If fearing to offend Him,
Need have no other fear.”
ML 09/16/1917