Profound Reigndrops

Like droplets of pure water,
The Truth of God rains down.

But splashing into the sea of men,
It barely makes a sound.

The roar pleasure and swirl of chaos,
Subdue it all around.

And if it rained a torrent
What would be the effect?

Would not the sea increase its height,
Its rebellion barely checked.

But from where did the ocean get its birth,
That “Salty Brine” that is its girth?

Was it not from the torrent that God set out,
To display his Glory, all round about.

But so it is and will not change;
The direction of droplets men rearrange;

To send their desire, consuming God,
Perverting their nature with all that is odd.

By His Grace


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