The Faithful Pray For
Rain
©
1992, Gil Namur
There seems to be a problem
No one can address
It seems to me forgotten
How often we oppress
And how we take for granted
A hand full of grain
While somewhere in the desert
The faithful pray for rain
There seems to be confusion
No one can resolve
And in our grand delusion
How often we absolve
Our lack of understanding
For all of their pain
While somewhere in the desert
The faithful pray for rain
There seems to be beginning
There seems to be an end
And in that day of wisdom
Oh how will we defend
Our lack of understanding
Our show of disdain
While somewhere in the desert
Begins to fall the rain
