By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

I feel great drops of mercy,
Gently falling like a rain;
I hear the calm assurance,
Of the One who speaks my name.

I feel His breath upon me,
Moving strong and deep within;
The stirring of the Spirit,
Orchestrating needed wind.

How great is my Redeemer,
And the One who cares for me;
Who showers me with blessing,
And who loves so tenderly.

Refreshing and renewing,
Gently calling me by name;
And filling me, instilling me,
With heaven’s mercy rain.

“You, O God, sent a plentiful rain; whereby you confirmed Your inheritance, when it was weary.”
Psalm 68:9