Pour Over Me
Rain comes
Sweeping the earth and ground.
All is quiet
Except the pattering sound
How sweet is the stillness
Refreshing to the bones.
When the day is darkest
Rain pours on
Lighting strikes
Gathering in anger
But then, silence
Out of the storms ending
Light shines through
Hope arises
Jesus has come
We are washed clean
Son of God pour over me.
Psalms 48- God’s Holy Hill
Towering in all it’s beauty
Stands God’s Holy Hill
Joy extending to the nations
Everything else lies still
Unmovable, abiding forever more
Your steadfast love will always endure
Our hearts fill with gladness
Christ’s death is the cure
Consider Zion, all of its depth
Tell generations to come
That this is our God and Savior
Whom all life abounds from
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