Sometimes on us the past
Falls hard like freezing rain,
Mingles with our tears,
and reignites our pain.
The rain falls even on
The just and the unjust,
Both promise and caution
For those who live by trust.
For he who made the rain,
Fell once beneath its blows;
By his stripes he healed
Everything that grows.
All tears must be gone,
Where his kingdom has come;
What's past no more can hold
The future for ransom.
(Matthew 5:45; Isaiah 53:5; Revelation 21:4)
