O God, our God of wind and storm and rain,
King of all the force of nature’s might
Lord of hurricane and burning sun
Of all our earthly sea and sky and land,
Who sends as herald quake and blazing fire,
Yet comes at last in a whispering breath of air.
Sometimes, O God, our hearts cannot abide
The fury of your love in all its force
The fierceness of your love with all its fire.
You pour out grace upon us like the rain
Pelting down upon our cowering heads,
Tender, backwards hearts afraid of drops
Of too much life.
Our leaves are still so young, so pale, so soft
And worms and slugs have been gnawing at our roots.
The earth itself, it seems, would wash away
In the shower of your Love, O mighty God.
Life we need, but Life we cannot bear,
It is far too strong for us. Have Mercy, Lord!
The rain ceases.
The sun sets.
The air grows chill, and still, and dark, with sounds
Of scurrying things in shadows on each side.
We cower in the black of ignorance;
This merciful dilution of the light
Seems worse, far worse, than the blazing light of sun.
Here in the dark we choke and wilt and droop
As hours tick by without a hint of life
O God, my God, where are you in this night?
The cold air chills through every pore and cell
Numbing me with no apparent gain
While unbeknownst to me the very air
Grows damp and soft, pregnant with His grace
And drops of moisture form upon my skin.
With infinite tenderness each one is formed
Coalesced from the imperceptible grace
That fills the night with God’s own glorious life,
And gently emplaced by the Holy Spirit’s hand.
The coolness sooths and heals my battered flesh,
And soaks unhurried into my thirsty cells.
Then as the sun returns I stand bedecked
In prophetic jewels of bright, thrice borrowed light,
A gift from Him, my King, my Father, My God.