Precious Drops

Wrought of water’s face

O’er by Spirit moved

Hung in early space

Precious drops of


In a mist descend

Mingled with the sweat

Adam’s brow portends

‘Til the garden’s


With the latter mist

Kissed upon free slaves

Sign of sins dismissed

Midst the Red Sea


Rolling as the Flood

Wrenching from His brow

Voluntary blood

Messiah’s work is


Cleansing hearts corrupt

Seen in dew-soft rain

Drop by drop by drop

Sprinkled in His name

—Connie L. Meyer