Sacred grace, beauty awaits, the days, of His coming,
He's coming again, and His glorious return, is approaching,
He's a celebration, every day, in every heart, of a believer,
He's sending His rain, again, revival is near, Oh I hear the
precious sound of approaching rain.

John saw it in a vision, the clouds, and realms of glory, a
glorious city, coming down from heaven, angels are standing
near the gate, awaiting for the time, Gabriel, is about to sound,
that great, and mighty trumpet, from on high, with shouts of
acclamation, our victorious King, will be seen, with every eye!


Thunder is approaching, of that great, and terrible day, for many
It will be a day, of rejoicing, but for many a day of doom, I set
My heart upon praying, for the ones, who know Him not, Oh He's sending
His rain, I sense it, hear the Father's cry, oh I hear the sound of
an abundance of rain, our precious Lord is Alive!


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