Like gentle rain from Heaven’s skies,
The anointing falls where purpose lies.
Not just a drop, but a sacred flood,
Sealed by mercy, washed in blood.
Chosen not by man, but God’s own hand,
To walk in truth, to firmly stand.
With oil that flows from holy place,
You move in power, you move in grace.
You are not ordinary, you are marked—
A flame ignited, heaven sparked.
For such a time as this you rise,
With kingdom purpose in your eyes.
The storm may rage, the winds may blow,
But through the anointing, strength will show.
You’re destined for the higher call,
And in His name, you will not fall.
So let it rain, O Lord above,
Rain down purpose, rain down love.
For I am anointed, set apart,
With heaven’s fire upon my heart.
©heavenecho
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