Rains, how they fall
On the righteous and the wicked
Without reason
that my eyes can see.
And grace, how it falls
As it will, as He wills it
Without counsel, as he wills it, free.
For the good
Hurts so bad, pain and tears are my food
For the good…
Lord how long, Oh how long
Will you hide from me?
Will you hide?
Without reason
that my eyes can see.
And grace, how it falls
As it will, as He wills it
Without counsel, as he wills it, free.
For the good
Hurts so bad, pain and tears are my food
For the good…
Lord how long, Oh how long
Will you hide from me?
Will you hide?
"Eighty-Eight" by Sandra McCracken
Listen to the song here.
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