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
I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living Psalms 27:13
I dreamed I stood at heaven’s door
and heard its hinges creak
Around its frame a light shone out
As it opened for the King
“What have you brought?” He asked
“From your time on earth now through”
I didn’t know what I could say
I just had to tell the truth
So I talked about the mission’s trips
And how each day I prayed
And how I often read His word
And all the tithes I gave
When I finally stopped – He paused
And then He gently said
“Those were not from your truest heart
But just rituals instead”
“But the forgiveness you gave your parents
When divorce left you alone
And love you shared with strangers
When you opened up your home
And sorrowful repentant tears
And confessions in the night
Those are the things I treasure here
And are precious in my sight!”
Ears
Only ears can hear
That’s just the way God made us
If ears could see or hear
They’d certainly betray us
But when God fashioned ears
Those humble awkward things
That flop about and wiggle
On little inner springs
He made a way to tell us
How much we’d been forgiven
And then He set and tuned them
To hear His words from heaven
Oh – only ears can hear
That’s just the way God made them
Humble listening gifts
That lead us to obey Him
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