I stretch out my hands to You;
My soul longs for You, as a parched land.
Psalm 143:6
For several months now my soul has been parched.
Dry.
Thirsty.
Dehydrated.
Withered.
I've been wandering around like I was in the desert
when water was easily available to me at every turn.
But I was too busy,
too tired,
too nauseous,
too distracted.
Until last night.
Last night at church, the Lord broke through
and started to rain on my parched soul.
It softened the hard, dry places
and the tears began to flow.
Tears of gratitude and repentance,
unworthiness and hope.
And I was swept away in the flood,
the deluge,
the down pour,
the torrent of His love.
I see the clouds out on the horizon
I feel the wind blowin' in my face
I hear the sound of a rollin' thunder
I know a storm is about to break
It's the rain of Your mercy
It's the rain of Your mercy
Now I've always heard about Your greatness
How showers of life flow from Your heart
Your death on the cross proves how much You love me
But I'm still surprised at how good You are
In the depths of my sin
Your mercy comes in
And shows me the depths of Your love
And it humbles my heart, tears me apart
Moves me to thank You my friend
For the rain of Your mercy
The rain of Your mercy
Is fallin' again
(Is comin' again)
I'm bein' washed in the water from heaven
Sweet tears of joy pourin' down on me
I lift up my head, drink Your forgiveness
Your spirit is here to set me free
If you find yourself parched right now,
let the Rain of His Mercy fall on you today
and be refreshed.