Grace

Grace like rain.
It falls on the land
in ever increasing showers.
Dry dust becomes fruitful soil
as the Spirit softens hearts
made stone by years of pain.

Grace like rain.
It is falling all around you,
mingling with the tears
of those who weep for this nation
and others like it.

Grace like rain.
It torrents down
washing away evil
and all the filth attached to it,
causing faces to shine
with hope restored.

Grace like rain.
It comes to me softly
calling me onward
into His purposes,
falling in love
with Him again.

Grace like rain.
It's coming.
Don't miss it.
Stand with arms outstretched
to receive it all.

Grace like rain.
Ever near
and everlasting

Grace without end
Amen.