Let It Rain, Let It Pour, Lord, I Want You More.

Let it rain, let it pour,

Lord, I want You more —

More than all this world can offer,

Vain pursuits only satisfy the scoffer.

Its valleys deep and seas so wide,

Are all a part of what You provide.

I, who am guilty of deviation,

Am still, Oh Lord, Your creation;

So mold me, Lord, into Your daughter,

I, the clay and You, the Potter.

Your grace, I need, in this world of woe,

On bended knee, I come to let it all go.

My resolve, at times, may be weak;

But it is You alone, that I seek.

So if, within Your will, the floods come my way;

As I face the waves, I still will say,

— Let it rain, let it pour,

Lord, I want You more.