Awakened by gentle droplets
I hear My Father’s cry
“Come see Thy blessed showers
That waken souls so dry.

My people need refreshing
For death has but crept in
Slowly smothering goodness
And slowly allowing sin.

I’ll send the rain to water
The seeds within thine heart
To sanctify thy holiness
To keep them set apart.

Oh drink that which is falling
Restrain it not from thine lips
My wind I’ll send when needed
To deepen your roots a bit.

The earth will sprout forth with shouting
A replenished and fruitful land
And you, my dear, will too also
As you surrender under My hand.

June 14, 2016