By Joanne Standfield
I hear the sound of gentle rain falling
a welcome and peaceful sound,
as it nurtures and waters
the plants and seeds in the ground.
Dear Lord, won’t you water me today
with your gentle soaking rain,
fill my cup to overflowing
that I might never be the same.
Take me on, in this journey,
moulding and shaping as you do,
that my life will bring all glory
and all honor back to you.
May my lamp be kept full of oil
that your anointing will freely flow,
flowing with Your love and mercy
as along life’s journey I go.