Rain fall down
Wash my soul
Make me whole
Transform my mind
(What is it, Lord,
That You want me to find?)

Take my hand
The joy it grows
Overflows
Christ in me
The hope of glory
All we need
He bestows

I cannot help
But follow Him
All other paths
are strange, are dim
God, mold me
Your earthen vessel
on Your Potter’s wheel

I long to trust
Be set free
Be all I can be
Let go, let You
Fill all of me

If the plants, the earth
the sparrows, bees
Can rest in You, Your portion, decrees
Then I, too,
Will remain, to see
Watching the droplets come
Rivers and streams

Rain fall down
Wash my soul
Make me whole
Conform me
I’m Yours.

13 de noviembre 2013