RAINING GRACE

You cannot see with naked eyes

Nor comprehend the feel,

Of raining grace upon your face

When Jesus comes to heal.

The pouring down is silent,

We oft’ don’t know it’s there,

Until our prayers are answered,

And then we are aware.

Of His light upon us,

And felt...is His mercy,

And faith again renewed,

When raining grace we see.

Then morning comes with gladness,

And, gone, is seen the rain,

And seen is, now, the sunshine…

And God is felt again.