The gentle rain holds steady,
like the mercy of your heart.
Your faithful love sings softly,
as I rest in tender arms.
Your grace is what astounds me,
for I know where it was found.
Because God has loved you fully,
your love grows in depth untold.
You forgive me when I’m selfish,
your gaze soft upon my shame.
You confess when you have wronged me,
follow gladly where I lead.
Your compassion still confounds me,
but I know Who taught you love.
Because God forgave us fully,
our love grows in spite of storms.