peace, peace, bring us peace our bodies torn, tired and weak from toiling under this hard hot sun only to be empty handed when it's all done

we toil, toil, and seek so hard asking for so much more instead of what we really need Father hear our plea

sweet, sweet rain pour it out the ground it thirsts in endless drought let us hear the sweet, sweet sound of a Love as it washes o'er these grounds

for we toil, toil and seek so hard asking for so much more instead of what we truly need Father hear this plea

for we are but a dew and vapor a flower scorched, crushed, and withered, Life-Sustainer rain down on us make us more lest we remain the dust

O! Father, Father hear our plea fragile sinful creatures all are we trapped within these dreadful cells captured inside our thin selves

won't You come and set us free didn't You set us free?! Jesus, You are all we need