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Written By Jack Pontes
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Let the rains fall down
From His silver crown
To quench our broken earth
He knows what she is worth
When the Spirit soaks the soil
And rewards her solemn toil
To pull up from these roots
12 golden trees with fruits
That feed 12 thousand souls
After seven bowls
Are poured out on mankind
All those left behind
To watch the spirits bloom
From their earthly tomb
They rise up to the skies
To waken teary eyes
Away from hibernation
And man’s abomination
A billion hidden weeds
That stifle Solomon’s seeds
So that they would not grow
And give the fruit they owe
To the poor and their King
Who destroys the devil’s sting
And redeems the greater crop
When 10,000 Angels drop
To harvest all the hearts
And quench all flaming darts
So that the earth renews
All her glorious hues
That reflect heaven’s light
And her great Farmer’s might
That makes creation good
As we knew He would
When the season finally came
To make us all the same
In one fine familiar place
Where the table has been made
With fruits and wine displayed
To satisfy our thirst
And hunger for the first
Bounty from the tree
That bent for you and me
To give us a new life
As His new bride and wife
Back in the garden green
Where we know that we have been
From His silver crown
To quench our broken earth
He knows what she is worth
When the Spirit soaks the soil
And rewards her solemn toil
To pull up from these roots
12 golden trees with fruits
That feed 12 thousand souls
After seven bowls
Are poured out on mankind
All those left behind
To watch the spirits bloom
From their earthly tomb
They rise up to the skies
To waken teary eyes
Away from hibernation
And man’s abomination
A billion hidden weeds
That stifle Solomon’s seeds
So that they would not grow
And give the fruit they owe
To the poor and their King
Who destroys the devil’s sting
And redeems the greater crop
When 10,000 Angels drop
To harvest all the hearts
And quench all flaming darts
So that the earth renews
All her glorious hues
That reflect heaven’s light
And her great Farmer’s might
That makes creation good
As we knew He would
When the season finally came
To make us all the same
In one fine familiar place
Where the table has been made
With fruits and wine displayed
To satisfy our thirst
And hunger for the first
Bounty from the tree
That bent for you and me
To give us a new life
As His new bride and wife
Back in the garden green
Where we know that we have been
