Call it what you will, I call it rain
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When troubles come and pan against my soul
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Go in if you like, I will remain
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And let the washing waters make me whole
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Just when I’m sure that I can’t bear the rain
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A tiny leaf starts pushing through the ground
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In a place where the soil was too dry to sustain it
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A new tiny flower can be found
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Once I was stuck, I thought things would never change
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And I watched that cloud pass through the sky
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And right before my eyes it took a different shape
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And I knew, so would the clouds in my own life
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Just when I’m sure that I can’t bear the rain
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A tiny leaf starts pushing through the ground
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In a place where the soil was too dry to sustain it
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A new tiny flower can be found
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And I see Him in the rain
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And I feel Him wash away
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What I do not understand
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So new life can spring up once again
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And I see Him in the rain
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And I feel Him wash away
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What I do not understand
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So new life can spring up once again
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And the flowers come to show
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That all that rain was helping me to grow
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Rain
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| Sara Groves |
