I know but this one thing through all
I do or feel or see:
The sun will rise, the rain will fall,
God's grace pour down on me.
For on the unjust and the just
fall mercies without end,
and God, who knows that we are dust,
will pour them out again.
On bad and good he sends the rain,
for good and bad all thirst,
all weep in woe and wail in pain:
Storms find the best and worst.
As I am bad and good, rain falls,
as I am right and wrong.
The voice of God forever calls,
forever sings its song
to draw my evil nearer good,
to strengthen good the more,
and when I fail at what I should,
to heal what I deplore.
I cannot hoard what freely falls
or dam what flows so free.
God, pour it down alike on all,
that it may fall on me!
Raindrops falling on water Here comes rain again By Juni from Kyoto, Japan – Flickr, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=356231
Kate Bluett 