Rainy Season
By His grace,
Come hear who He is and what He does.
Our God is alive!
He thrives on love and compassion,
His mercies are new every day.
So I wonder,
But then wander:
Studiously asking about you and your words,
Then doubting.
Curious about other gods,
Desiring experience instead of service,
Then experiencing only aridity.
I lived in a desert,
Where knowing you seemed futile
Where my neighbors surrounded me with love
But wanted me to worship their gods.
I cried.
By the scorching heat of the day
And relentless weight of night
No release.
No response.
Where were you?
So I wandered, and wondered,
Only to find you again.
And the only explanation
Demonstrates a compelling beyond my own.
In sinking sand He offered Himself.
When no tears were left
And knowing Him, I deemed futile.
He heard my cries.
The dark underbelly of the storm clouds split:
Delightful drops, one by one,
Then a glorious deluge
First rolling over parched ground
Then sinking down into her pores,
Down through cracked soil
Where it is absorbed by the tiniest root hairs,
Then up through the roots and up the xylem,
Filling shrunken cells,
And my life is again green.
Seasons come and go.
But God’s love and compassion never cease.
What is brown becomes green.
Let us praise Him, for He is faithful and good.
Come to our Father, the giver of life.
Let’s journey together
By His grace.
(Another one written for my Psalms class...)