May the dew of heaven fall mightily on me,
The grace of God flow down,
May the dew of heaven quench the thirst in me,
The love of God be all around.
May the dew of heaven flow from me,
Drenching others in God’s grace,
May the dew of heaven open eyes to see,
The majesty and glory of His grace.
May the dew of heaven find its way within,
Soaking through my heart and soul,
May the dew of heaven be sent again, again!
Saturating, free, and full.
May the dew of heaven soak my fleece,
Show the miracle from God,
May the dew of heaven bring me peace,
Upon my feet be shod.
May the dew of heaven fill my cup,
Till it can’t hold another drop,
May the dew of heaven lift me up,
Fill, oh fill! And never stop.
May the dew of heaven infuse me with His fire,
The Spirit come, and favor blessed.
May the dew of heaven lead me higher, higher,
A vessel for the Master’s use.
May the dew of heaven fix my rest,
The empty tomb has won,
May the dew of heaven be my breath,
Through Him, my sin is gone.
djf
Proverbs 19:12
A king’s rage is like the roar of a lion, but his favor is like dew on the grass.
Genesis 27:28
Therefore God give thee of the dew of heaven, and the fatness of the earth, and plenty of corn and wine:
Judges 6:36-38
Gideon said to God, “If this is right, if you are using me to save Israel as you’ve said, then look: I’m placing a fleece of wool on the threshing floor. If dew is on the fleece only, but the floor is dry, then I know that you will use me to save Israel, as you said.”
That’s what happened. When he got up early the next morning, he wrung out the fleece—enough dew to fill a bowl with water!
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Very thought provoking and inspiring! And when I saw who wrote it, I thought I should have guessed that, but had been wondering all the way through it who the author was. I’ve always loved the story of Gideon and the fleece. The phrase “dew of Heaven” just sounds refreshing and so full of life. Thanks for sharing it in such a poetic way.
That’s beautiful Deborah! It would make a sweet worship song. Very fitting for me as I lie in bed, yet again, listening to rain falling. In August!