Let blessings from the Lord descend,
Like showers from His heavenly throne,
A gentle rain without end,
Upon the seeds of grace He’s sown.

He frees us from the chains that bind,
The worries, fears, and debts we owe,
A solace for the troubled mind,
Where seeds of doubt and darkness grow.

He pours forth joy, a vibrant hue,
A laughter echoing in the soul,
Renewing spirit, fresh and new,
Making us beautifully whole.

And peace, He grants, a tranquil stream,
That flows within, a gentle guide,
A whispered promise, a waking dream,
Where faith and trust can safely abide.

So let the blessings fall like rain,
And wash away all earthly stain,
In His abundance, we remain,
Forever praising His holy name.

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