Learning to Dance In the Rain
It falls beyond all human recognition,
A flood of imagination and extreme superstition,
A vision of sorts that stretches
our reason,
His Word declares that there is a time and a season,
For which miracle of miracles that will transpire,
Deliverance from flames or deliverance by fire.
Our hearts implode with excitement and awe,
Waiting, wanting…
The hardness of winter,
To defrost, to unthaw.
Let it melt away,
To be made perfect, made whole,
In unfathomable play,
Each created soul,
To enjoy the warmth of His lip touching cinder,
Say good-bye to the cold, darkness of winter.
The wood crackles and dries,
Without break and without splinter.
As we stand by the fire,
And hear His voice so sweetly say…
So much to inspire,
“Well done my good and faithful daughter.”
And our reply to His harmonious sound,
“Your will be done my most awesome Father.
Let your people recognize the LORD’s renowned.”
Together, in joy, we stand and we
praise,
Our hands in worship,
We rise to raise,
Our voices in song,
Knowing, now, it won’t be long.
Each one living out His glorious
grace,
Believing right,
Eliminates living wrong.
Our “have tos” replaced,
With “want tos” most haste,
No longer believing the lies of
the foe,
But becoming more and more like
the panting doe,
With an ever increasing thirst and
desire,
For Healing Rain and His Burning
Fire.
Meditate, Regurgitate, each life
giving Word,
Promises spoken and faith
restored.
Our prayers have been answered,
As we make offerings of priceless alabaster,
Crowns laid down at the Master’s
feet,
Hearts made whole and minds
transformed,
A fragrance most holy and lavishly
sweet.
This fragile life that has been
reborn,
As the Spirit pours down in
torrential rains,
With His promise intact, His
rainbow remains,
His rain rejuvenates, refreshes, renews,
With cleansing blood of eternal
use,
For instead of focusing on the storms
overhead,
We redirect our eyes to the Holy
One,
Jesus, Living, God’s Only Son,
And learn to dance in the rain
instead.
This Lord of the Dance,
Our Life affirmer,
He leaves nothing to chance,
Our Advocate,
Rain giver,
Leading, and bowing,
Inviting us in His ballroom of
Life,
As we dance and we dance,
In down pours and drizzle,
His melody plays,
With spark and with sizzle,
Our feet so light,
They prance most beautifully,
At His water’s edge,
Our thirsting hearts are finally
quenched,
As forever we move in graceful
embrace,
Living each moment in time and in
space,
With our groomsman so handsome,
To dance in the rain of eternity’s
ransom.
Marlena H. Johnston, ©2013
