Grace like Rain

It was 1:30 in the afternoon. The sun was blazing over the bald hills. My throat parched and longed for some refreshing water.

Then from afar, I heard slow rumbling sound and dark clouds hovering over the sky...The sign of rain...I quietly rejoiced in my soul...and marveled with the birds and trees...for our hearts knew that the smoke-filled air would be washed away...and...replaced with a new fresh breath.

Drip-drops falling down...and not a minute had passed...came a curtain of silver glass all over the once-dry mountain lands. I gazed out the window...longing to splash my bare legs with heavy dew over the grasstops and throwing myself in the muddy streams...

Shower from heaven poured down to cleanse the blotches of disgrace...the stains of life.

Blood from sinless Savior soaked through the Golgotha's ground to set free the imprisoned souls...and washed us white as snow...

Love...everlasting...even when Your flesh was torn in pieces...

Grace...undeserving...even when You were pulled and dragged across the hills...

Jesus...tortured...crucified...died...

The world became silent as "It is done" echoed...

Veils torn...Hope shattered...

Savior...no more...

Shaft of sunlight on Sabbath morning...

Sobbing through tears when discovered
Only the empty tomb and strips of linen...

With faces to the ground, the angels said...

"He is not here...He has risen."

Hallelujah to our risen Lord and King, Jesus Christ.

"He told them, this is what is written: 'The Christ will suffer and rise from the dead on the third day, and repentance and forgiveness of sins will be preached in His name to all nations, beginning at Jerusalem. You are the witnesses of these things." Luke 24:46-48