the promise of Your coming rain.
Everyday we lift our face to see if
today will be the day.
The day that the heavens break,
You release a flood.
We are waiting for the rain,
waiting for the rain to come.
Faces lifted up, arms raised high
expecting the flood.
Crack the heavens, split the sky
rain down Your mercy and grace because
Lord this land is dry.
Hear Your children's plea
as they cry out desperately
for a Savior to come and overwhelm with love.
To pull them up out of the clay
Lord, they need to be shown a way.
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