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
..
Water me, Papa
Send down your rain
Water me, Papa
Help me grow again
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