And I have watched in wonder
As with a word You calmed the raging sea
I have seen You make the wine from water
Mud and water made a blind man see
Water still reminds me
Of the seaside, where our eyes first met
Let it rain
Lord, we're waiting for Your rain to fall
Let it rain
Bringing back the wonder of it all
And I can see Your face again
When You let it rain
And I've been bathed in mercy
By every gesture, every word You've said
Once I spoke of power in high position
You took a towel, and washed my feet instead
Water like a promise
Heaven opens but I'm not there yet
Let it rain
Lord, we're waiting for Your rain to fall
Let it rain
Bringing back the wonder of it all
And I can see Your face again
When You let it rain
I've been foolish thought I knew it all
Three times I've denied Your name
Your forgiveness like a waterfall
Washes away my shame
A new dawn is breaking
Another hour, and then I'll leave this place
I am ready, Lord, to give my life up
I'm so ready, Lord, to see Your face
Water like a promise
And in this final hour, I think my final prayer shall be:
Would You let it rain?
Let Your Spirit fall afresh on me
Let it rain
Lord, we're waiting for Your rain to fall
Let it rain
Bringing back the wonder of it all
Let it rain
Lord, we're waiting for Your rain to fall
Let it rain
Bringing back the wonder of it all
And I can see Your face again
I can see Your face again
When You let it rain
~"Let It Rain" by The Newsboys
And I don't get to see them in concert! Sigh.
But I do have to post the lyrics to another one of their songs, the one that I want played at my funeral. I am so not kidding. It's going to go in my will, and all my close friends already know that I want it played. I want people to be happy at my funeral, not all depressed. I know I won't be depressed, so why should they be? I'll be rejoicing in heaven! Anyway, on to "Breakfast"...
Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powerless to console
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friend's cereal bowl
Breakfast Clubbers say the motto
That he taught us to repeat:
"You will lose it in your gym class
If you wait till noon to eat."
Back when the chess club said our eggs were soft
Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon
But before his brain stopped waving he composed this tune:
When the toast is burned
And all the milk has turned
And Cap'n Crunch is waving fairwell
When the big one finds you
May this song remind you
That they don't serve breakfast in hell
Breakfast Clubbers drop the hankies
Though to some our friend was odd
That day he wore those pine pajamas
His check was good with God
Those here without the Lord, how do you cope?
For this morning we don't mourn like those who have no hope
Oh, rise up Fruit Loop lovers, sing out Sweet and Low
With spoons held high we bid our brother, "Cheerio!"
When the toast is burned
And all the milk has turned
And Cap'n Crunch is waving fairwell
When the big one finds you
May this song remind you
That they don't serve breakfast in hell
