Come Rain
Come rain, come; let the swallows fly
Let womb of swollen seeds travail
Let the prison wall of dust now die
Come rain, come in water, sleet, and hail
Come rain, come and brim the dusty eye
Let the heart its sorrows melt today
Sublimate our griefs into a sigh
Distill clouds into a brighter day
Tears show us the rainbow of the soul
To think that dust the lights spectrum break
And life's struggle is the prism of our gold
Come rain, tell the nightingale now awake
Tell the grass to cushion still our feet
And let green things feel their jubilee
God in us will make our hope complete
Come rain, pour his Spirit upon me.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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