A plea for rain

For whom are you 
When you walk by the river 
Counting the steps of your ancestors 
Crying into the sun 
 

By these days 
You toil in the pastures 
Reaping the harvest 
Thy work is done 
 

So the God of antiquity 
Has beckoned you to be 
To be by his side 
This day the light has shone  

When nights falls 
The first star befits all
That you look into the heavens 
By God's grace your time become 

O Lord King of the Universe
That thy shalt bring healing 
Upon this land 
Where the drought has come