It's the difference between dry land and
the first drop of rainfall from heaven.
The parched, heat laden earth sizzles,
vapors rise and the land hisses,
as the first raindrop sinks into the earth.
Raindrops fall slow, then fast.
There are more hisses
Vapors rise in visible white smoke
mixed with a touch of grey.
The land rejoices, the leaves on trees tremble,
The clouds clap thunder
The birds hurry home to their nests,
The lightnings streak furiously
Drawing veined maps zig zagged across the purple sky.
A blessing is on its way
The start of the latter rain
God's fresh downpour of gratitude
toward mankind for praising Him
Water laden clouds sail across the sky
Raining joyous streams across the ground.
Make ready, get in the ark
for a blessing too great is on its way.
Your enemies will gnash their teeth
And hiss in fury, then turn ashamed,
As God brings His clouds over you.
You are His chosen one
You are His honored vessel
He is the potter at the wheel,
molding you day by day...
Try staying on the wheel
Spinning giddy with speed,
God's hands guide you, shape you
Into what he wants you to become.
His blessings are never delayed,
His blessings are always on time.
He knows the big picture,
He is the Alpha and the Omega
He created you,
He knows the path you must take,
Will the pot question his maker?
On how he must be used?
Never! The potter assigns to you
What you must be.
A honored vessel in his courts,
Or a plain earthen vessel outside the gates.
Just be, stay still and know He is Almighty God,
He knows your heart's desires,
He is a consuming fire,
A God who knows your inmost parts.
The blessing is real, receive it
And forever do not despise the day
of Small beginnings...
For God hates the soul filled with pride.
He uplifts the meek and lowly
And sets them on thrones
To be praised by men all the world over.
So be ready for your blessings
They come one by one in quick succession,
Stay still, get drenched and praise His Holy Name.
the first drop of rainfall from heaven.
The parched, heat laden earth sizzles,
vapors rise and the land hisses,
as the first raindrop sinks into the earth.
Raindrops fall slow, then fast.
There are more hisses
Vapors rise in visible white smoke
mixed with a touch of grey.
The land rejoices, the leaves on trees tremble,
The clouds clap thunder
The birds hurry home to their nests,
The lightnings streak furiously
Drawing veined maps zig zagged across the purple sky.
A blessing is on its way
The start of the latter rain
God's fresh downpour of gratitude
toward mankind for praising Him
Water laden clouds sail across the sky
Raining joyous streams across the ground.
Make ready, get in the ark
for a blessing too great is on its way.
Your enemies will gnash their teeth
And hiss in fury, then turn ashamed,
As God brings His clouds over you.
You are His chosen one
You are His honored vessel
He is the potter at the wheel,
molding you day by day...
Try staying on the wheel
Spinning giddy with speed,
God's hands guide you, shape you
Into what he wants you to become.
His blessings are never delayed,
His blessings are always on time.
He knows the big picture,
He is the Alpha and the Omega
He created you,
He knows the path you must take,
Will the pot question his maker?
On how he must be used?
Never! The potter assigns to you
What you must be.
A honored vessel in his courts,
Or a plain earthen vessel outside the gates.
Just be, stay still and know He is Almighty God,
He knows your heart's desires,
He is a consuming fire,
A God who knows your inmost parts.
The blessing is real, receive it
And forever do not despise the day
of Small beginnings...
For God hates the soul filled with pride.
He uplifts the meek and lowly
And sets them on thrones
To be praised by men all the world over.
So be ready for your blessings
They come one by one in quick succession,
Stay still, get drenched and praise His Holy Name.