Falling, Like Spring Rain

How the dove must have felt,
falling from heaven, onto the Lord
rising from the waters of the Jordan
So was the grace falling on each of us,
living in community, our lives set apart
walking with our brother, journeying
deeper into our faith
Falling, like spring rain, cool, soft
captured, collected, accumulating within us
running down, like anointing oil
So was the grace, wrapped like heavy fog
like spring rain, to those oh so thirsty
drinking in the grace of our Father
the love shown by the example of our brother
unmerited, incredible, humbling love
refreshing like spring rain


April 29, 2009
April 23-26, 2009
Luke 24:13-35
Walk to Emmaus