[In one of the wettest Februarys in recent memory, a reflection on the book of Romans.]
In parched land, dry straits
Paul opens the floodgates
Israel finds the first spring
Come thou fount all nations sing
Faithful father Abraham’s kin
Not known by cut skin
His children find their start
As ones cut to the heart
Law condemns sin to death
Flame burns sucking breath
Drought and fire blacken lands
Black hearts, black feet, black hands
Adam’s blaze consumed all
Second Adam’s rain rights Fall
Washed clean from scab and ash
Scars healed as waters splash
In newness of life we gleam
Saturated in righteous steam
Unsoiled hearts do not wick
Water seeps deep and thick
Baptized with Christ we die
Raised in life to sin defy
Born of water, born of wind
Born no longer slave to sin
Spirit streams none can see
But moisture is reality
Outside the world may burn
Inside dew of Spirit churns
Water nourishes and grows
Hidden Spirit tempest blows
Liquid grace changes cognition
Law fulfilled in Christ’s mission
Grace showers never dry
Righteous rain God supplies
Until the end when we will reign
Forever wet no sin no stain
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