The corn curls and spikes in thirst
the soybeans barely grow
cracks appear in the parched soil
We know, we sense
their mindless cry for water
the soybeans barely grow
cracks appear in the parched soil
We know, we sense
their mindless cry for water
The weatherfolk make their commentaries
about the lack of rain
the market masters spin their webs
and make their largest gains
but the farmer and his family
look to the skies in vain
“I need rain.”
His savings are all out there
in seed and fuel and plant food
in machines and labor out there
waiting to see what comes
For some, their lives are out there
there is no other plan
no crop, no money, no farm next year
“I need rain”, says he…
Small wonder farmers pray
they know their helpless state
no politician makes it rain
Simply God, knows what’s at stake
and moves, wonders to perform
they know their helpless state
no politician makes it rain
Simply God, knows what’s at stake
and moves, wonders to perform
The stars align, the oceans roar
the thunder and the lightning come
but rain, so welcome,
is what we pray for
two inches!
Selah