I long for the healing rain,
The power that it brings,
I long to feel it pouring down,
I long to hear it sing.
The healing rain, it carries something,
That I cannot understand,
Somehow it can make me whole,
And let me sing again.
This healing rain, from above,
Comes from Jesus' hands alone,
I long the day that I can feel
It's power take me home.
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