Poetry

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The gentle drops of rain falling
Whispering the sound so soothing
Cleansing your weary soul of sorrow
As you grasp onto hope for tomorrow
Your landscape now blooms in light
As you move by faith and not by sight
The brilliance of My glorious power
Now surrounds you in this precious hour
It is time to be strong and arise
To forget the past and reach for the prize
Of the upward call of God in Christ.
Listen to the sound of falling rain
Will you hold true to what you have attained?


Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:13-14

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