Jesus Do Your Hands Still Feel The Rain

Would the rain, the frozen rain

Be as cold upon Your forehead

As the tears that plough Your beaten face again

Would the rain

Could Your hands, Your broken hands

Pull Your coat around Your shoulder?

Steel yourself against the weather of the day

Could Your hands?

Here I stand, just the same

Jesus, do Your hands still feel the rain?

Here we go, winter long

Like sun bleeds down the valley

Or a black and oily river moves so slow

Here we go

Here I stand, just the same

Jesus, do Your hands still feel the rain?

Here I stand, just the same

Jesus, do Your hands still feel the rain?

Here I stand, just the same

Jesus, do Your hands still feel the rain?

Here I stand, just the same

Jesus, do Your hands still feel the rain?

Here I stand, just the same

Jesus, do Your hands still feel the rain?

Feel the rain, feel the rain