Grace in Rivulets

Rivulets of rain

Drops of pain

His blood running for our souls

Stone tracks in dust

Lifted by His breath’s gusts

To settle and wait to forgive our souls

Holy God, Holy Son

Wholly returned but for the deed done

Proof for the doubting, comfort for our souls

Seen by many

Ascending into a sky sunny

Yet hidden by more with walls around their souls

Our sins continue

With needs and inequities in view

Still, your Holy hand reaches for our needful souls

In the presence of songs

Angelic voices giving background to our wrongs

Rivulets of rain, drops of pain falling from our cleansed souls