DOWNPOUR

Your grace is like a downpour on our grass
That’s almost choked by weeds of chosen sin;
We’ll now drink in the life from heav’n that lasts,
While weeds die out—will never grow again.

Your words to us within begin to soak
And mix with tears of joy and penance shed,
As we wear in our hearts your saving cloak
While with your Body, Blood we all are fed.

Our new selves grow your crop in us You sowed,
And love o’er flows to all creation bless
To show to us the world you always know,
Where earth will never be to heaven less.

For Your Son in Himself joins heaven, earth,
As Spirit breathed through Him gives us new birth.