He will come to us like rain. Slowly, then all at once. He will come to us like dew- surrounding everything we see with gentle beauty. He will come to us like a warm summers rain- gentle drops falling as we dance around, as we shout with joy. He will come to us like a thunderstorm- pounding down almost against our will- drenching us with grace and mercy when we need it most. He will come to us like the rain after a drought- to remind us of his faithfulness, and that though he may seem distant he will always be there. He will come to us in a cold winter's rain, as if mourning with us, recognizing the evil of the world but reminding us of His presence. He will come to us like fog- a mystery to unravel, beckoning us to come forward even if we can't see more than a few steps in front of us. He will come to us like a rain shower- giving life, the catalyst of the beauty of nature, the water of life. Always faithful, always love. |