You have poured it from the sky
Like gentle rain on a hot
Summer day,
As you do a new thing in a dry
And unfertile ground,
And life pushes up from underneath.
You are the sunlight
That warms and nourishes
A hope that was failing.
You are a quiet morning when
What was born for adversity
Extends an olive branch
Like a bridge
Back to shelter,
A once safe place to fall.
You are doing a new thing,
Let me wash in your
Cleansing water,
Let me drink from your
Fountain of life.
Let me rest in your
Grace which has restored
What was broken
And breathed new life
Into what seemed
Forever lost.
Bring to us what the locust
Has eaten and revive
Dry bones,
Trading ashes for beauty
Once again.
