The Day His Blood Fell Like the Rain I thought, when I was younger, that I understood it all. And, even when I heard the Lord I didn’t heed His call. So, in my stupid wisdom, I took His name in vain and heaped my sins upon Him, and His blood fell like the rain. So I lived in my own vision, and I thought that I was right. I tried to be more holy, and I grew in my own sight. And the filthy rags that clothed me, I counted as my gain. And in His grief my Savior cried, and His blood fell like the rain. So I ran my course with passion never thinking of the Lord. Until the day my life changed by the vengeance of the sword. And I heard a sound like thunder, and I thought I’d go insane. But still I didn’t notice that His blood fell like the rain. Then, in my desperation I ran so far from home that when I turned to see your face, I found I was alone. So I screamed out in the darkness and I fell down on my face. And I prayed to God He’d find me here in the depth of my disgrace. And when I thought to take my life to ease the bitter pain, it was then that Jesus showed me how His blood fell like the rain. To me whose grace was given, to me the least of these, I will worship You forever; I will fall down on my knees. And though I know that I could never comprehend His pain, The day they crucified the Lamb, and His blood fell like the rain.  Author: Janette Trost The Day His Blood Fell Like the Rain.  Copyright 2007 Crossing Jordan Ministries.  All Rights Reserved.  Copyright 2005-2008