Introduction to the Poem Let Your Love Rain Down
One day, during my senior year of high school, I was raking leaves in the backyard of my parent's house and talking with my love Jesus Christ. There was a yellowish blanket of leaves covering the ground, and as I walked each foot step was met with a crunching sound, as the dry leaves turned to dust underneath my feet. And I remember the different color branches swaying in the cool, brisk, autumn air, as I walked and talked with Jesus.
Love Poem
As I was raking the leaves, I posed a query to Jesus. I asked him, "how can I help people who are suffering?" With a diplomatic reply which resonated in my spirit, I heard the answer. "To help suffering people you must change yourself." What Jesus told me in the backyard of my parent's house, changed me and has stayed with me ever since.
Ever since that day my cry to God has been, "change me" instead of "change others."" Help me to be the answer" instead of, " trying to find the talk in others." Therefore, when I see lack of compassion run rampant, when I see hatred raise it's ugly head, when I see people abused and mistreated, when I see the old and the outcast of community forsaken, when I see the innocent being oppressed; I now lift my eyes to the heavens and plead with God, to change me and let your love rain down on me.
Let Your Love Rain Down
In this world of brokenness and despair,
where children are forgotten,
where women are abused,
there is intense fear.
With Christians who don't care,
cold hearts without love,
selfish motives
and a cold stare.
Broken hearts lie everywhere,
like dead men's bones,
compliancy and apathy,
with a question:
"God are you well there?"
Lord let your love rain down,
let it rain on me.
Lord let your love rain down,
like the pouring rain.
Lord let your love rain down,
so people may see,
that you have come to set them free.
My desire is to save them all,
to wrap my arms colse to them,
and make them heed salvation's call.
But I to am broken and in despair,
a prisoner of loneliness,
with a broken heart,
and sadly one who does not care.
You see, left on my own,
my good intentions become corrupt,
and as a effect love is not shown.
So I fall to my knees,
and straight through my tears,
in brokenness and surrender,
I utter this one plea.
Lord let your love rain down,
let it rain on me.
Lord let your love rain down,
like the pouring rain.
Lord let your love rain down,
so people may see,
that you have come to set them free.
Two thousand years ago,
on a hill called Calvary,
there was a man named Jesus,
who died for the world upon a tree.
His blood poured forth from the cross,
His blood that can heal the sick and the broken,
and save that which was lost.
You see, at sundown the suffering Savior, took one last breath,
and on that day, love truly rained down.
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