Make it rain - Sandi Thom

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

Till we find the purest of kings

Even though I know this fire brings me pain

Even so, I’m just the same

Make it rain

Make it rain down Lord

Make it rain

Oh, make it rain

Make it rain

Make it rain down Lord

Make it rain

Make it rain

The seed needs the water

Before it grows out of the ground

But it just keeps on getting hard

And the hunger more profound

Well I know there can come tears from their eyes

But they may as well be in vain

Even though I know these tears come with pain

Even so, I’m just the same

Make it rain

Make it rain down Lord

Make it rain

Oh, make it rain

Make it rain

Make it rain down Lord

Just make it rain

Make it rain