Written on February 15, 2025
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Ghostlike droplets, falling fast Pouring streams of God’s sentimental Remembering music from the past Caressing each dream so soft and gentle Raining grief, restoring moon and stars Secrets uncovered by the midnight song Heartache revealed, stories in glass jars Kindling the music who chants all night long Glorious prayers whispered to the night Praising the One who brought hope to abide His love is a love that can make everything right He offers me wisdom so I’ll abolish all pride Showers drizzle through my heart, soul and mind Leaving me a still that feels beautiful and true He offers me hope that His grace has defined As the reason for this story that makes all things new Ethereal songs pour across the mountains so blue Hesitating in the pines to remind us He gave us One A Son who writes the wonder into every breakthrough Jesus, the light who decides if we’ll one day hear “well done”. When the rain stops falling and the sun pours out its beauty I rise to see the kindness of a lingering still who blesses me The Presence of His grace tells me that my only duty… Is to love without conditions, to offer love that is completely free. Listen to the old, old story of One who writes the prayers On the heart who believes He is the gentle in the air Remember to hear His words, sometimes written in tears He will never leave or forsake and His love is beyond compare!
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