PINK RAIN

Rain coming down from evening sky is pink
Against the fading sunset’s afterglow,
And with that sunset sin in death will sink 
As in the night Himself within each sows.

For dead of night is anything but dead
As new life in each soul begins to grow,
And new life comes from Him by whom we’re fed—
Is seen in dawn by heaven’s morning glow.

When we arise we see why pink is rain
That covers earth, fades into night-time dark,
For He takes in Himself our sin-caused pain
And washes clean with Blood our Satan’s mark.

So in baptismal wash by Him we’re bathed,
And our new self with Him then He will raise.