There's a storm coming in the distance Some will run to it and some will resist it Our eyes will turn to the sky With desert hearts looking to the heavens Desperate for Your holy fountain Our eyes will turn to the sky
Rain down on us, Father Rain down on us, Spirit Rain down on us, Jesus Rain down on us
There's nothing like Your healing water Pour it out on Your sons and daughters Our eyes are lifted high We are here and we are waiting Flood our hearts til they're overflowing Our hands are lifted high.
