The summer the well went dry,
We turned our eyes
In supplication up to the sky,
Forgetting that God was in our hearts.
We turned our eyes
In supplication up to the sky,
Forgetting that God was in our hearts.
We begged for rain,
Imploring God to remember us,
As we forgot the covenant
We had already been granted.
Imploring God to remember us,
As we forgot the covenant
We had already been granted.
Faith is a process,
Not a destination.
Not a destination.
And faith is difficult,
Though it is simple.
Though it is simple.
The summer the well went dry,
We remembered how to pray.
We remembered how to pray.
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