Flower in the rain
Flower In The Rain
Sung by Jaci Velasquez
You are the one, there's no one else
Who lifts me up and gives me water from the well.
But there's a hole that seems to drain it all away.
And once again I'm left in fear and doubt
When all my strength is crying out.
So, here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain.
Tell me what have I to do to die and then be raised,
To reach beyond the pain like a flower in the rain?
The evil wind, it blows a storm to rock my world
Just when I think I'm safe and warm.
I'm led astray far too easily.
It's always hard for me to say I'm wrong,
Until I know I can't go on.
So, here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain.
Tell me what have I to do to die and then be raised,
To reach beyond the pain like a flower in the rain?
Lord, You have searched me and know
When I sleep and when I rise.
You're familiar with all my ways.
Even the darkness will shine
Like the day when You look into my heart.
So, here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain.
Tell me what have I to do to die and then be raised,
To reach beyond the pain like a flower in the rain,
Like a flower in the rain?
Written by Chris Eaton
Sung by Jaci Velasquez
You are the one, there's no one else
Who lifts me up and gives me water from the well.
But there's a hole that seems to drain it all away.
And once again I'm left in fear and doubt
When all my strength is crying out.
So, here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain.
Tell me what have I to do to die and then be raised,
To reach beyond the pain like a flower in the rain?
The evil wind, it blows a storm to rock my world
Just when I think I'm safe and warm.
I'm led astray far too easily.
It's always hard for me to say I'm wrong,
Until I know I can't go on.
So, here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain.
Tell me what have I to do to die and then be raised,
To reach beyond the pain like a flower in the rain?
Lord, You have searched me and know
When I sleep and when I rise.
You're familiar with all my ways.
Even the darkness will shine
Like the day when You look into my heart.
So, here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain.
Tell me what have I to do to die and then be raised,
To reach beyond the pain like a flower in the rain,
Like a flower in the rain?
Written by Chris Eaton
arranged by JustMe @
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Although I had a perfectly nice childhood,
