The rain begins to fall I fear it will wash away the seeds But each raindrop is like a bullet Drilling a seed deep into the ground Where it dies For now
I look for Jesus.
He is the seed I sow He is the rain that falls His the death that gives life
I look at the seeds.
Each a piece of my ego A beam in my eye That held up my self-righteousness
When I cast it away from me And killed it By washing with the blood of Christ
“The Lord will send rain to water the seeds you have planted—your fields will produce more crops than you need, and your cattle will graze in open pastures… Then the Lord will bandage his people’s injuries and heal the wounds he has caused. The moon will shine as bright as the sun, and the sun will shine seven times brighter than usual. It will be like the light of seven days all at once.”
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