Of sacred living streams, our soul is thirsting; standing on promises of their torrent, we plead in Jesus name. Clouds filled with tender mercies; currents of love, pouring down from Heaven above. Showers of grace, an overflow of Heaven’s power— for these we tarry. In His presence looking above— to Zion’s mount; for from on high, Latter Rains He still pours out— to those who wait. – Epiphany’s End, 2011.