Over the many years I’ve spent in the LORD’s presence
I’ve come to know his very essence…
Like a summer’s rain, a cool breeze comes,
Filling the atmosphere with a sweet-smelling fragrance,
He smells like the rain…
A smile bursts from the inside out; spilling over my whole being…
Even without seeing, I know him, I love him and he loves me…
I know his laugh, and his walk, I know his voice as we talk…
I know he carry’s all my woes and protects me wherever I go…
I know him…because…I live with him…
He’s good and kind and loving all the time…
And when I get out of line…
He is not harsh, he is not mean, he gently speaks and is seen…
In his word, I’ve heard, and sometimes reluctantly I obey…
When I sense I’ve grieved the Holy One, I fall upon my knees and pray…
“I’m sorry, Lord, wash me and cleanse me today.
His eyes are fierce but loving.
His heartbeat I hear, because, he draws me near and there I long to stay.
His songs thrill my soul as he restores me.
I never walk alone. I hear him whisper as he prays…
You are mine always.
The rain is beginning to fall…
Psalm 72:6 May he be like rain falling on a mown field, like showers watering the earth.
~Marla Shaw O’Neill
Dedicated to: Martha Jane Orlando https://www.facebook.com/groups/Godscalltoaction/permalink/2474903092603936/
