Good news falls with greater purpose on the spot where God takes aim,
But evaporates on that empty surface if we’re chasing bigger drops of rain.
Yet even an ocean of stolen drops won’t drown that still small voice,
As it calls for all the drowning lambs to at least be given a choice.
And every martyr bleeds for what each brick in every church demands,
That we stop dragging the wealth of Egypt across the desert sand.
Making every provision a tool for harvest distinctly where we stand,
And watch the good news honor God for the sake of one lost man.
This is one of my favorite poems written by a very humble soul, Kevin Adams. He is a dear friend of mine whose writing inspires and encourages me a great deal. You would be blessed to visit his blog, Wake Up My Faith, as he lives for one year on faith alone.
December 6, 2011 at 7:08 pm
We are indeed indebted to you, today, Jessie, for sharing this poem with the luciously evocative raindrop illustration. Kevin Adams being lifted up my my prayers RIGHT NOW! Will check out his blog most joyfully!
December 6, 2011 at 7:16 pm
I appreciate the graciousness you afford others as you comment on their sites, my friend :) Be blessed and enjoy!
December 6, 2011 at 6:44 am
Thanks for sharing, Jessie! Lovely!
December 6, 2011 at 6:47 am
Your welcome and glad you enjoyed it!
December 6, 2011 at 3:47 am
Very inspiring!
December 6, 2011 at 4:13 am
I think so too. That’s why I had to ask him if I could share it with all my friends :)