Seeking Heaven's Rain

All our earth is parched and dry
No heavenly fruit is seen,
Saints are hungering, full of sighs
Looking everywhere for rain.

Hearts are full of echoes
Entrapped in chains of Hell,
Intercessors weep, on their knees
Seeking the Spirit thirsts to quell.

Oh for the rumble of thunder
As Heaven opens the floodgates,
Showering Holy Spirit blessings
Filling anew, seeking empty hearts.