Streams of Loving Grace

 

The mountains were born out of fire,

That hardened into stone.

They stand above the deep, green woods,

Silent, cold, and alone.

And yet, through time, the forests rise

Higher upon the peak

And streams of life burst through the rock,

The green, new growth to seek.

One day the mountain’s barren face

Is clothed in vibrant green

As if there was a plan in place

That we had not yet seen.

If God can work such miracles

In barren scenery,

Then I have to believe that He

Can do the same for me.

That He can wash my sinful heart

With streams of loving Grace

And cause true faithfulness to grow

In that once barren place!

Psalm 114:7-8

Tremble, earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob, who turned the rock into a pool, the hard rock into springs of water.