But thank you for the rain drops. That fall softly to the ground.

I see the tiny puddles, and watch the children play.

Then you send the sunshine that drives the rain away.

When we count our blessings, and think of what you've done.

Then we look into the Heavens and praise you for your son.

Oh how He has suffered to set your children free.

He gave us life eternal, when He died for you and me.

Now when I see a rain drop, I think of what my Saviour give.