The blue sky so blue, no hint of gray;
The green leaves so green, the sun so bright
Hints of rain falling in the night
The scents so clean, so fresh and clean
It seems almost as if
God has washed away
All dust and dirt,
The scent of decay--
All sin and pain--
From the world
With that gentle rain.
He did not, of course;
It will emerge again—No,
Not totally clean.
But Jesus on the cross did die
To be that cleansing rain in our lives--
To cleanse and heal and make whole again.
As the world is cleansed by that gentle rain,
Our souls are made white as snow--
All dust and dirt, all sin and pain
Every single blot and stain--
Washed from our souls with that cleansing rain.
Sometimes a gentle rain,
Drifting into our lives
Quietly washes away
The dirt and stains--
And suddenly the soul awakes,
Refreshed and clean.
Sometimes a violent storm,
Tearing down our weakest boughs
With the wind and the fierce rain--
Leaves tossed around,
Weeds uprooted,
And twigs scattered over the ground--
Fiercely shaking the soul awake
And leaving it shaken.
But still the soul is cleansed, refreshed--
Alive again.
A broken heart made clean and whole
By God, the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Amen.
©L.F. Haynie, July 24, 2015