Tin-Roof Sunday
A melody of grace rings true,
As Christ's redemption rain patters
Along the tin-roof Sunday
To redeem a continent from the tatters
Within the clutches of darkness.
Redemption rain–cold refreshment,
To the heat of sulfur's fires
Of the plague of black flies,
Which rise from the trash-heap pyres,
And take the sky by surprise.
Metamorphosis in motion,
For caterpillars become butterflies
To wing in blessed truth,
While Christ flutters by
Through raindrops of grace and mercy.
*written during worship at church on Sunday, while listening to the rain. 😀
