Fifth Week of Lent 2016

Isaiah 55: 10-12 (NIV)

As the rain and the snow
    come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
    without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
    so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
    It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
    and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
You will go out in joy
    and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
    will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
    will clap their hands.

Rains from Heaven

Tender rain, wash
    the dust of despondency
from all the weary travellers.

Sculpting rain, clean
    and polish and carve
the sandstone of our hearts
    to create pillars and
monuments far more beautiful and
    extravagant than any
man-made temple.

Soaking rain, marinade the
    the desert soils of our souls
and feed the parched cactus who hold
    their arms toward You in
perpetual praise.

Soft rain, prepare
    our soul-gardens to receive
the abundance of summer blooms
    autumn harvest.

Healing rain, satiate
    our emptiness with
pools of peace and let us be
    cisterns, full
of your care and affection.


By Lara Stoudt