By Donna Godwin
Sept. 27, 2010
Tears of rain fall from His eyes…
through the holes in the hands of His nail scarred Son.
The hands that healed, baptized and served the world in humility.
The hands that ever so gently
tend, nurture and care for His Creation.
Like a gardener…
He feeds, waters, prunes and waits.
Yes, He waits.
He patiently waits…
for just the right time to pick the harvest,
Everything has to be just right…
The rains…they come…
sometimes gently, sometimes torrential and wild.
Without them there can be no soft, smooth, aromatic petals
groaning out of their buds and bursting into beautiful blooms.
There can be no beauty to see.
No sweet aroma lingering in the air.
It can flood our soul with a cleansing power…if we let it.
And when we do…
God’s magnificent and unfathomable wonder happens
and we are instantly immersed in His Grace.
It is only when we embrace the
healing and graceful tears of forgiveness
that fall from our Father’s eyes
that our hearts can bloom at the work
of Our Redeemer’s
( all photos from internet)