Abundance of Rain

 I hear the sound of abundance of rain! 

I hear God showering the dry plains. 

I hear him gathering the grains. 

His name washes away embedded stains.  

His love seals up our wounds, that were laid open in shame.  

He picks us up with his love and guides our heart reins

Everything in Him is to attain. 

I hear him calling your name. 

One day in Heaven we will be 

Fitly framed.  

 I hear the abundances of rain. 

                  Cindy Williamson