Make It Rain

When the sins of my father Weigh down in my soul And the pain of my mother Will not let me go Well I know there can come fire from the sky To refine the purest of kings Even though I know this fire brings me pain Even so And just the same Make it rain Make it rain down low Just make it rain Make it rain And the seed needs the water Before it grows out of the ground But it just keeps on getting hotter And the hunger more profound Make it rain Make it rain Dear Lord make it rain Make it rain Make it rain Oh Lord Make it rain Make it rain x3