Visions
The Gentle Rain
How I love a rainy day
when the rain falls
slowly, gently,
like a benediction
from Heaven
promising renewed
life to the soil,
tamping down
the upturned furrows
of a newly planted garden
reminding me
of that First Garden
where a loving couple
once dwelt in peace,
happiness and bliss
with God walking
with them in the cool
of the evening,
till that old Serpent,
Satan, seduced them.
I think of springs of water
dripping down from a rockface
delivering fresh, cool water
to a thirsty traveler
burdened by the heat of the day
longing for refreshment
and the glorious Gospel like
an oasis in the desert
of this tragic, sinful world!
when the rain falls
slowly, gently,
like a benediction
from Heaven
promising renewed
life to the soil,
tamping down
the upturned furrows
of a newly planted garden
reminding me
of that First Garden
where a loving couple
once dwelt in peace,
happiness and bliss
with God walking
with them in the cool
of the evening,
till that old Serpent,
Satan, seduced them.
I think of springs of water
dripping down from a rockface
delivering fresh, cool water
to a thirsty traveler
burdened by the heat of the day
longing for refreshment
and the glorious Gospel like
an oasis in the desert
of this tragic, sinful world!
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The Gentle Rain
The Gentle Rain
