Precious Drops
Wrought of water’s face
O’er by Spirit moved
Hung in early space
Precious drops of
Dew
In a mist descend
Mingled with the sweat
Adam’s brow portends
‘Til the garden’s
Wet
With the latter mist
Kissed upon free slaves
Sign of sins dismissed
Midst the Red Sea
Waves
Rolling as the Flood
Wrenching from His brow
Voluntary blood
Messiah’s work is
Now
Cleansing hearts corrupt
Seen in dew-soft rain
Drop by drop by drop
Sprinkled in His name
—Connie L. Meyer