Fall Like the Rain

The scent, a damp musty smell,
Which greeted as raindrops fell,
As we too have fallen from above,
Not for glory, virtue, power, or even love.
Nor were their times of correction, of reflection,
For simple was our mortal transgression,
This thing that made us tares among wheat,
That no matter the feat,
No matter how hard we fought,
Or how much we sought,
Only one fact remained to greet,
Us on our fate, we are obsolete,
That is our sin,
Destroying from within,
Not that we were unloyal,
But that within this coil,
We were outdone by our fellow men,
And thus cast out as in sin,
And in our pain,
We fell like the rain,
Except for this one thing,
We were caught by the King.
Placed among His holy ones,
And not called failure, but sons,
Found worthy not by might,
But by faith in the right.