The Love Song of the Ages
The rain falls gently on my roof,
Slow dancing to a love song.
Suddenly, it becomes a frenzied, passionate tribal dance.
The droplets join together in a rivulet
Racing to the edge of the roof.
They freefall to find their purpose;
Bathing leaves and grass and stone,
Quenching the dry and thirsty ground,
Bringing hope, bringing life, bringing renewal.
More drops, red this time;
A mixture of blood and sweat, agony and prayer,
Slowly falling on His clothes, the stones, the ground.
They too are passionate, but not frenzied; purposeful.
Soon a stream is flowing from His wounds,
His life blood pooling in a fountain.
The weary sin stained soul comes,
Longing for rest, for peace, for renewal,
Finding hope, finding life, finding Christ, the Love Song of the Ages.
Faylin Myhre
The rain falls gently on my roof,
Slow dancing to a love song.
Suddenly, it becomes a frenzied, passionate tribal dance.
The droplets join together in a rivulet
Racing to the edge of the roof.
They freefall to find their purpose;
Bathing leaves and grass and stone,
Quenching the dry and thirsty ground,
Bringing hope, bringing life, bringing renewal.
More drops, red this time;
A mixture of blood and sweat, agony and prayer,
Slowly falling on His clothes, the stones, the ground.
They too are passionate, but not frenzied; purposeful.
Soon a stream is flowing from His wounds,
His life blood pooling in a fountain.
The weary sin stained soul comes,
Longing for rest, for peace, for renewal,
Finding hope, finding life, finding Christ, the Love Song of the Ages.
Faylin Myhre
Words of Encouragement
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