Make It Rain - Clark Beckham

When the sins of my father

Weigh down in my soul

And the pain of my mother

Will not let me go

Well I know there can come fire from the sky

To refine the purest of kings

Even though

I know this fire brings me pain

Even so

And just the same

Make it rain

Make it rain down low

Just make it rain

Make it rain

And the seed needs the water

Before it grows out of the ground

But it just keeps on getting hotter

And the hunger more profound

Make it rain

Make it rain

Dear Lord make it rain

Make it rain

Make it rain

Oh Lord Make it rain

Make it rain x3