Oh, Lord, let it rain and let me never complain
about the pain in my heart and the weariness
of my soul; as surely as the flowers bloom again
in the spring, my heart will once more sing,
with your Loving Hand in control!
Oh, Lord, I might wither and sigh, and most
assuredly, I’ll die, but just as the spring
bursts forth from a cold winter’s night,
I’ll emerge once again, a most Glorious Sight!
Oh, Lord, only by the rain can this Reaper sow;
though the body becomes weak, My Spirit will
grow, with vines becoming stronger, I can
endure a little longer, another hour, another day,
this flower lay waiting for the Sun to appear;
Oh, Lord, draw me near, let it rain, let it rain,
Let Your Hand heal my pain, Let Your rain cleanse
my soul, make me whole, let me blossom and sing,
in My Season, My Spring!
written by:
Kathy Morris
9/21/01
