Water me, Papa

God, please send the rain

The dry, cracked earth

Calls out in pain

Help me to birth

The flowers and grain

Water me, Papa

 

Water me, Papa

Send down your rain

Water me, Papa

Help me grow again

 

We try to make our own rain

But, our efforts are in vain

The blazing sun laughs

As our feeble hose strains,

Leaving leaves withered and flat

Crying, water me, Papa

 

Water me, Papa

Send down your rain

Water me, Papa

Help  me grow again

 

Even people need water

To drink, bathe and swim

We need living water too

That draws us closer to Him

Send it down, wash us anew

Water me too, Papa

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Water me, Papa

Send down your rain

Water me, Papa

Help me grow again