BE MADE NEW

We ask the Lord

to Let it Rain

Open the Heavens, Father,

Let it Pour Down

Without realizing

He’s already sent the rain

He’s pouring out now

But our jars are broken

The clay is cracked

And what we collect runs out

While we’re trying to drink it

We want to take it to others

But it’s spilling to the ground

As we try to pass it on

So the little we have is lost

Before our neighbor can catch it

And now we’re all dying of thirst

While the rain pours down around us

We need new wineskins

To hold what’s already been given

So we let it fill us up
And make us new

As we offer it to others

So now they're receiving the overflow

The top, not the bottom,

The best, not the dregs

Mixed with the residue of our lack