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