Grace like rain, pours down on me. And all my stains are washed away.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved. How precious did that grace appear, the hour I first believed.
Grace rained down today. Like the steady downpour, grace whispered “You are precious, you are prized, you are beloved.” Like the rain, grace drew shapes of redemption and worth on my heart, and blurred away the scars of rejection and abuse. It brought healing, hope, inspiration.
And grace played a Heavenly melody that, unlike the rain, knows no beginning or no end.
Grace, like rain, pour.