I loved the sounds of rain
Small drops sliding down the glass
With the branches flying wild
And the splash as people passed
Dreary days meant mugs of soup
And my mother’s sheltering arms
Tiny glimpses from my childhood
At a table safe and warm
Now the memory reminds me
Of another suppertime
When our Master gave the bread
And blessed a cup filled with new wine
How they sang a song together
About God’s mercy flowing free
Then He safely brought us home
Through the storms of Calvary
