The Rain and the Redeemer


My knees are weak. My chest is frail.
My heart is numb from pain.
Yet through it all, I stand outside
To feel the touch of rain.

I am so cold. I have no coat.
Each raindrop feels the same.
Yet every raindrop tells me why
My humble Savior came.

He came because my heart was numb,
Because I was so cold,
So He could be my umbrella,
My very own to hold.

I hold Him close. I hold Him near.
He shelters me all night,
Because the rain, like teardrops fall,
Drenching an unseen fight.

The rain falls like deadly arrows
That puncture every heart,
Saying that my own loving Savior
And hopeless man must part.

But as I stand in the pouring rain,
It comforts me so dear.
It tells why I’ve been saved,
And that my God is near.

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