He sends the rain, on the cruel and the kind.
He sends the warm dawn’s light to shine on the tyrant and child.
He blesses the grain that is ground for the bread.
As part of His plan, by the work of our hands we might be fed.

His love is so broad, His mercy so wide, It holds the horizon and falls from the sky.
We are alive because He sends the rain.

The desert wind blows sand across stones.
Weary and lost, miles we have crossed to the valley of bones.
Built from our sin, that no hope can revive.
No hope from within a green leaf begin, no love make alive.

His love is so broad, His mercy so wide, It holds the horizon and falls from the sky.
We are alive because He sends the rain.

It begins in a cloud, one tear from His face.
Then a billion more fall and it is called a sign of His grace. And the wells are made full.
The springs overflow.
The great rivers flow.
The wheat and tares grow.
And so we know.

His love is so broad, His mercy so wide, It holds the horizon and falls from the sky.
We are alive because He sends the rain.