Tender Mercy
Drops of Rain
Your tender mercy like gentle rain
Heart of the Father sparing toward His sons and Daughters
Spirit, gentle Teacher drawing us to Him
Calling us, not wanting to discipline
Oh My Father Can they see my wounds?
My Son I see your wounds My beloved
I will draw them Son to be Our own
In our glory they will shine and our love makes us all One
Even on Earth They will be like Us
We will send the Spirit to teach them guiding them all their time
Glass of water to the Thirsty
Balm for hearts of Prisoners
Food for the Poor
Binding the wounds of hearts and bodies
Son the day is comming, these days of lack will come to and end
When there will be no tear to wipe, Only our Joy all in all
Drops of Rain
Your tender mercy like gentle rain
Heart of the Father sparing toward His sons and Daughters
Spirit, gentle Teacher drawing us to Him
Calling us, not wanting to discipline
Oh My Father Can they see my wounds?
My Son I see your wounds My beloved
I will draw them Son to be Our own
In our glory they will shine and our love makes us all One
Even on Earth They will be like Us
We will send the Spirit to teach them guiding them all their time
Glass of water to the Thirsty
Balm for hearts of Prisoners
Food for the Poor
Binding the wounds of hearts and bodies
Son the day is comming, these days of lack will come to and end
When there will be no tear to wipe, Only our Joy all in all