Rain

By MICAH LANG

Droplets of water that fall to the ground
Water that hits the earth without a sound

Showers of blessing that water the earth
Watching it fall while in front of the hearth

Pleasant sounds hitting the roof in the night
Lulling to sleep at the dimming of light

To feel the muck of your dirty black sin
Seem to wash away when the rain hits your skin

To gaze up to the sky as rain hits your face
To smile and to feel the rain’s moistened embrace

You do not yet care that your clothes are not dry
You simply want to feel the skies when they cry

Oh, what a seemingly endless supply
That God seems to pour from His endless blue sky

Cymbals that sound as if touched by a kiss
Tiny blue bells that ring out through the mist

Life that now pours out straight down from above
Tokens that flow out from God’s cup of love

Nothing can explain the feeling of grace
As rain comes down softly like wet streams of lace

We now must accept it, this heavenly sign
A sign of God’s blessing and love so divine

We look to sky and do nothing but stare
We stretch out our hands and do not seem to care

That all of the sin in the world can not give
Salvation that people wish to have to live

My world is now changed as I smile in the rain
Knowing that Jesus took away my pain

I close my eyes cause I can now clearly see
That it was God’s love that set my soul free