Open Skies

Oh this dry and dying land
So weary in her pain 
The earth with blowing dust and sand
How she thirsts for rain

 

Come oh rain and quench this thirst
Pour down joyous tears
Hear thunder, watch the lightning burst
Drown away our fears

 

Heaven cry upon my face
Soak me in your love
Rain on this land your saving grace
Open skies above

 

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