Let It Pour

From a gentle sprinkling That keeps the garden fresh and green To a raging summer storm Where lightening cracks and thunder roars From a tiny little stream Right up to an awesome flood Constant is the flow of our Lord’s love! Some might pray the Lord to bless The desert’s heat and aridness. Looking for the Savior’s pow’r Their heart and soul to bloom and flow’r. Nourishing their tiny seed So, it grows and bears much fruit Slaking every thirst with grace and truth. Do not fear the darkened clouds Or the distant thunder’s sound. Nor the rain that you might hear For it shows that our Lord’s grace is near. While we wait to be refreshed And be cleansed of every stain His love already falls on us like rain… God’s grace is falling from heaven above. A precipitation of infinite love. A gift undeserved but, God, grant us more! Some might say, Lord, let it rain… I say, let it pour!