Sweet the rain falling on the Rose
Caressing the green leaves so soft
Some say sorrowful the crystal flow
But joy to me in this intimate loft
Raindrops that touch, to bow the leaf
How gentle the Saviour in His Grace
Weathering the bloom to endurance
Blossoms of love, a harbored embrace
Summer’s swelter and lengthened days
Brings insatiable hunger and more thirst
Send Your Holy rain on this wilted Rose
O’ God of heaven Who is Last and First
Watch the blossom sparkle of blessing
Wafting sweet perfume of His holy love
Misty the morning of midnight showers
Beautiful the glory of our God above !!
Judy L Wilson
October 20, 2011
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Very nice poem. I remember years ago, being in a friends home who had a "tin roof" The rain would seem to beat out a tune, as the drops hit the roof. Much like our God, beating on our hearts door, to the tune of "my grace is sufficient for thee. ( Eph 2"8-9)
