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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!
Copyright ©
Stephen Tefft
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