I can hear her pray, amid ceaseless sobs.
Just take me away Oh Father, she says,
For I see no reason at all, no sense to watch,
The fruits of my labor rot away
And become the manure of this earth I love.
Oh Lord I know you hear me cry, you are there
Listening to my heart’s soliloquy
Watching my tears drown my faith
Burying my love in this monotony of grief.
No, no, I never asked for this Lord
Not this pain, this sorrow, these tears.

I can feel her pain, I hear her sorrow
She is my mother, the stone my feet stand.
She watches, with hopeless faith
A son she loves, a flower she nurtured,
It withers away in caroling breezes
It snaps in the gentle storm
Flies away into the building cloud
That shadows a serene Africa.
She looks up in the sky, tears clouding her sight
She sees the gentle palms, waiting in anticipation
Reaching out tirelessly for yet another
Of the sheep she reared.

Where are you Oh God? She cries into the silent night
Why are you angry at me?
Haven’t I served you with all my heart?
How else can I please you oh Father?
When all you leave me are sad songs?
How much faith will mine have?
This bruised heart so heavily laden.
How far can my eyes see?
When my sun lies behind this cloud?
Just let it rain lord, let it rain
Wash away this pain, this stolid fog
Let me see the Love, Let it rain.