Rain On Me, Holy Spirit

Oh, Lord,

I long to drink of Your healing rain.
My soul lies battered
and parched
from the dryness
of an arid earth that drains life
from me.

I raise my face toward You –
my mouth and spirit
open
ready to receive
a cleansing,
a restoration,
only You can pour out.

As a sparrow, helpless and hungry
waits for sustenance from her mother,
I wait in expectation
for You to fill me
to overflowing.

I cry out to You
in praise and thanksgiving,
trusting Your faithfulness
to supply my every need,
and know only You
can quench this awful thirst.

My spirit trembles
with awe.

My body quakes
in anticipation.

Then like a spring shower brings
life
and hope
after winter desolation,
Your blessings cascade
over my thirsty soul.

Warm waters cleanse within,
healing flows into the deep,
and my soul
hungrily,
greedily
drinks.

Ahhh…….

Donna J. Shepherd © 2008