It’s raining
I hear His small, still voice
I’m crying for my nations
I’m crying, it’s My choice
I’m crying, you won’t listen
I’m crying, you’ve left My side
I’m crying, no one seems to care
Look, My arms are open wide
These tears are shed for many
The lost, the sick, those in pain
The rain, it is getting heavier
Don’t let My love, My love, wane
The rainbow has been hidden
These tears, I cry for you
I’m crying to cleanse all who are dying
I’m crying, let Me wash you anew
The falling drops, they lessen
But My tears will continue to fall
Fall until you grasp these words
Don’t hide your heart behind fear’s wall
Let these tears, let them take away
All that is holding you back
May they bring fresh love, peace and sweet joy
And in Me, fulfill all you lack
© 2017 Liana Wendy Howarth
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Our God is a God of loving compassion. We are becoming like Him.
But most people simply resist and go on with their selfish lives.
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Amen Gary. It’s a daily walk, sometimes rocky sometimes smooth. Nevertheless, He is with us. From glory to glory.
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I’m sure there’s great truth in these words. God is raining tears over this sinful world. Come Lord Jesus come!
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