Lavish Love

The Love of the Lord is a lavish rain
That caresses my stilled soul.
Calling to me to rest in His Embrace
as strength renews.
There I seize His Mercy
which I can’t attain on my own
It’s as a whisper blanketing every worry, care, and doubt
and finds me where I struggle to hide
Then I hear my Abba Father calling me--
“Come to me my daughter,
you are adorned in beauty and are being restored out of the ashes
As you stand in the lavish Love I have for you.”