There is a thread

That is not hard to find

Hanging down from the ceiling

And when you pull it

All the blessings fall

Like glory rain all around

And two things happen

At the same time

You love it and are so so thankful

And you know in that moment

That it could have gone another way

It should have and could have

Yet rain is what rolls

From the open palm of God

He knows what He holds

He knows what He shows

He decides