There Will Be No Rain
There will be no rain but by my word
O Man of God have you come to slay my child?
You filled the pitcher, you filled the cruse
Will you not fill my son?
Are you the one troubling Israel?
The land is cursed by dead men
Limping around two altars with two feet
Whom will you follow?
Is he sleeping?
Is he about?
Has he traveled?
Now give a shout?
Nothing but a quiet prayer and a troff
Nothing but faith and eyes aloft
Nothing left of the mountain side
Truly God is God.
From Tyre and Sidon
From Tyre and Sidon my feet have journeyed long
Come to touch the hem, come to be healed
His voice gives to all without ever diminishing
Come all you are weary and rest
The kingdom is for the persecuted
The kingdom is for the rejected in Him
The kingdom is for the crying
The kingdom is for the starving
The kingdom is for the poor
Through the trees the Spirit passes
Bringing all things of Itself
Nothing has ever been said against it
It causes men to lift each other up
The harvest comes with self-control
The harvest moves with gentleness
The harvest is known by its faithfulness
The harvest is seen in its goodness
The harvest is shared in kindness
The harvest has proven its longsuffering
The harvest brings peace
The harvest frees the heart for joy
The harvest is love
Wait! There are more…Were I Lost
Sell All You Have
Don’t Be a Fool
Lord God of Israel, There is None Like You
…and they go on and on!