Tim Stratton - Rain

If every day the Lord he makes it reign
Why so much war why so much pain
I believe over believers, miss the bullseye
The Lord cries, This is not your fate
If every day the Lord he makes it reign
Man shot dead in the road
Stone cold
No crime he had begotten, but the shooter said
To my church he did not go
Now the shooter he lays there rotting in a cell
being watched by unforgiving souls
If you never done nothin’ wrong
Cast the first stone
If every day the Lord he makes it reign
Why so much war why so much pain
I believe over believers, miss the bullseye
The Lord cries, This is not your fate
If every day the Lord he makes it reign
So many women taken and sold
Stone cold
Abused and beaten with no relief
Man this story is getting old
For some strange reason there is a belief
That women are silver and men a gold
If you never done nothin’ wrong
Cast the first stone
If every day the Lord he makes it reign
Why so much war why so much pain
I believe over believers, miss the bullseye
The Lord cries, This is not your fate
If every day the Lord he makes it reign

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Timothy Stratton

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