In this world filled with brokenness and despair
where children are forgotten,
women are abused
there lies a deep rooted, paralyzing fear.
With Christians who seem to not really care,
cold, callous hearts, void of any real love
selfish motives, coupled with a cold stare.
Broken hearts are scattered everywhere
like dead men’s bones, reeking of apathy
with a question, “God, are you really there?”
Lord, let Your love rain down,
let it rain on me.
Lord let Your love rain down
so people may see
that You love them dearly.
My desire is to save them all
to wrap my arms all around them
while making them heed salvation’s call.
Sometimes I’m also gripped with despair,
a prisoner of loneliness with a broken heart
and sometimes sadly one who does not care.
Whenever I try to love on my own
my good intentions become corrupt
resulting in love not being shown.
So I fall down on bended knee
in brokenness and surrender
I begin to utter this one plea.
Lord, let Your love rain down,
let it rain on me.
Lord let Your love rain down
so people may see
that You love them dearly.
A long time ago, on a hill called Calvary
there was an innocent man named Jesus
who was dying for the world while nailed to a tree.
His cleansing blood pouring forth from the cross
blood that can heal the sick and the broken
saving all of those who are at a loss
You see, while the sun was going down
Jesus took His last breath and died
and on that day love truly rained down
so now we can see
that Jesus loves us dearly
By,
Jeff Dalton
