Raindrops

Water droplets on the window-like

God's tears streaming down

when He sees this broken world and all its broken people.

People- bent, twisted-

going against the grain of their creation;

becoming wise in their own eyes

while blindly following the Liar.

Tears pouring down like drops of blood;

Trickling, running, pouring, gushing

over the rough wood of the crossbeam;

Dripping, one drop at a time on me;

On my sin, on my brokenness, on my

twisted pride.

The snake no longer slithers away-

for his head has been crushed.

Crushed by the blood tears of God

shed one lonely day at Golgotha.

It's raining.

Raining tears.

Tears of joy. Tears that bring life.

Hallelujah !


MJRinck, 4/3/09