We have sung the songs of victory,we have prayed to You for rain,
We have cried for Your Compassion, to renew the land again;
Now we're standing in Your presence, more hungry than before,
Now we're on Your steps of mercy, and we're knocking at Your door.
How long, before You drench the barren land,
How long, before we see Your righteous hand;
How long, before Your name is lifted right,
How long, before the weeping turns to songs of joy.
Lord, we know Your heart is broken, by the evil that You see,
And You've stayed Your hand of judgment, for You plan to set men free;
But the land is still in darkness, and we've fled from what is rigth,
We have failed the silent children, who have never seen the ligth.
How long, before You drench the barren land,
How long, before we see Your righteous hand;
How long, before Your name is lifted right,
How long, before the weeping turns to songs of joy.
But a Know a day is coming, when the deaf will hear his voice,
When the blind will see their Saviour, and the lame will leap for joy;
When the widow finds a husband, who will always love his bride,
And the orphan finds a father, who will never leave her side.
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How long, before Your Glory lights the skies,
How long, before Your radiance lifts our eyes;
How long, before Your fragance fills the air,
How long, before the earth resounds with song.