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flower in the rain



Do not let the rain pelt you into the ground.

And do not let it drown you in it's waters.

But thank the Lord for these trials and this suffering,

Through which our Saviour can strengthen every fibre in us.

That you will not be crushed into the dust of this land;

That while your roots are growing stronger and deeper

Into the earth, you will become

More beautiful that before--like a flower in the rain.



Flower in the Rain

Pale blossom, face upturned to the sky
So frail, I am but beginning to take root
I'm staring at the gathering clouds and I
I can't believe the storm's come so soon
Where did the sunny skies go?
And why do I get the feeling You aren't listening to me?
I'm cringing under this rain now
My safe known world is out of control, spinning suddenly

:chorus:
Upturn my face to the rain
Soak up this pouring storm
Wash my inconsistencies away
When the clouds roll back I'll see the morn
Upturn my eyes to the sky
Let this storm strengthen me
Make me more beautiful in Your eyes
Like a flower in the rain

Roots scrabbling for a decent hold
I'm unsure of where I'm going
The storm is beating me down
What was that about growing?
I'm pushing against the torrent falling
If I don't let myself wilt beneath this driving pain
I can see it's to a deeper life You're drawing me
To be strengthened past my cringing shame

:repeat chorus:

Can't let this pouring rain drive me into the mud
Can't let it drown me in its relentless downfall
I've got to put these roots out to the One
That holds me up through this passing squall
Strengthen me, drive away my shame
Let this downpour drive me closer to Your ways
Let these storms make me more beautiful for the pain
That I may bloom through these cloudy days
Like a flower in the rain

© 2004 Jolene R


|Lydia|11:01 PM|Sunday, May 02, 2004|

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  • Like I once said:
    "I wrote that small metaphor about how in 'trials and suffering we're like flowers in the rain' about three years ago. God had already written on my heart the answer to all my questions these three years later. They'd just become so well-known that they didn't really hit home as effectively as they have in the past. So, when Jolene took them and wrote this beautiful song out of them, it was like I was reading anew the words from God that had been sent from Heaven three years previous."


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