by Gibblet January 2013
In every life some rain must fall.
It’d be too dry if the sun was all
that fell upon this weary land.
Would we seek the shelter of His hand?
God’s rainbow shines amidst our storm,
He lifts us up by His right arm.
Though troubles come from our own sin,
God made a way for us through Him.
Life was perfect in the garden.
Because of sin our life is hardened.
By His mercy, there’s a plan:
the Savior came for fallen man.
If left to our depravity
what would heal this cavity
we try to fill with things we crave?
Our wretched souls He came to save!
Can beauty come from trials and pain?
Do flowers bloom after the rain?
We seek Him most when life’s its worst,
His living water quenches thirst.
So thankful be come flower or thorn,
God’s mercy shines upon your storm.
Humble be beneath His hand,
He made the pearl and He made the sand.
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