Poetry

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Let fall your rain upon me Jesus,
Your Word it comes and softens me,
Falling, falling raining ever,
Drawing me eternally.

Jesus, Saviour, Lord, Redeemer,
Trying, drawing, lifting me,
Ever calling, calling yonder,
Come away, away with Me.

How my God, could I refuse Him?
This my Saviour, yet my Lord,
‘All’ He asks, He beckons ever,
I bow before Almighty God.

My Beloved He will melt me,
Nearer yet to Him I’ll come,
Leaning ever on His shoulder,
This My Lord’s beloved Son.

Your Word is falling ever falling,
Calling me to come within,
The veil is rent the way is open,
‘Come beyond, come unto Him’.

My Redeemer I will see You,
Yet I’ll see You face to face,
Just a glimmer I’m now beholding,
Pressing on I’ll run the race.

I’ll enter in, into His Throne Room,
Drawing nearer to His heart,
Letting all the world around me,
Fall away, set me apart.

I cannot serve both God and mammon,
Riches, idols will not suffice,
My God He asks my all my ‘every’,
My total, all… my sacrifice.

Laying now upon the altar,
Yet I’ll see Him face to face,
Pressing forward, yielding ever,
Forging onward by His grace.

All the while His hand upholds me,
How could I serve Him lest He give,
All that I require to please Him,
Grace amazing, grace to live?

Enter in, arise and worship,
In the Throne Room, see Him there,
Found at last, eternal purpose,
Eternity with Him I’ll share.

Now I see my Blessed Saviour,
Bowing at His feet, I come,
Precious Father, blessed Jesus,
Now You’ve brought me safely home.

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