Rain On The Poor کے بول

No silver crown upon my head No mansion where I lay my bed But I have peace the world can't buy Grace like rain falls from the sky The rich may boast of gold and fame But I rejoice in Jesus' name Let it rain, let it pour Heaven’s mercy on the poor I may have nothing, still I sing I am a child of the King No treasure stored in earthly banks But heaven hears my songs of thanks Angels walk beside my feet In the struggle, joy is sweet I’ve seen the world, I've felt the lack Still His goodness has my back Let it rain, let it pour Heaven’s mercy on the poor I may have nothing, still I sing I am a child of the King Blessed are the ones who cry For their tears will soon run dry In His hands we find our worth Not in silver, not in earth Let it rain, let it shine His provision will be mine Though I'm weak, my spirit soars Rich in love forevermore