| Mercy drops round us are falling
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| But for the showers we plead
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| When the heat dries up the river
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| The leaves hang limp and dry
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| All the creek beds cracked and broken
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| And the aspen starts to die
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| And when my soul is dry and barren
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| Panting for the Spirit’s rain
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| So depleted, weak and empty
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| Every resource used and drained
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| Then the rains come, oh the rains come
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| Gentle streams flow down the mountainside
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| Filling rivers, rushing water
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| To the valleys, bringing woundrous life
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| Oh Thou welcome, holy presence
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| Washing all my dust away
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| Leave me clean and pure before you
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| I’m dancing like a child at play
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| Then the rains come, oh the rains come
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| Gentle streams flow down the mountainside
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| Filling rivers, rushing water
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| To the valleys, bringing woundrous life
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| Let the rains come, let the rains come
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| Gentle streams flow down the mountainside
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| Filling rivers, rushing water
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| To the valleys, bringing woundrous life
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| Let the rains come
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| Let the rains come
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| Let the rains come
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| Let the rains come
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Showers of blessings |