The Latter Rains

by

Roy Wayne Crouch

As I walked down the street today,
I tell them of Jesus’ Way.
A drink from the well of the Master,
But they push this cup away.

I witness of His unwavering love,
As He paid the price for our sins.
Just open your heart and ask Him,
Jesus will gladly come in.

They laugh; they curse, and mock me
Won’t hear what I have to say.
Deaths grip, binds them so tightly,
I pray in search of a way.

Then they explode in anger,
Chains of bondage will not let them go.
Then came His voice with the answer,
The answer that we all need to know.

Satan’s the one, who’s blinded them,
Now you know who’s to blame.
So pray to the Lord of the harvest,
That they receive the Latter Rains.

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