Eighty-eight

Rains, how they fall on the righteous and wicked
Without reason that my eyes can't see
Grace, how it falls as it will, as He wills it
Without counsel, how He wills it free

For the good, hurt so bad
Pain and tears are my food
For the good, Lord, how long, oh how long
Will you hide from me?

Oh-oh-oh
Will you hide from me?
Will you hide?



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Writer(s): Sandra Mccracken
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