The heavens are pregnant with a New Sound
Like rain stored up in clouds aplenty.
Enter in and bring it down
For the day of birthing is made ready.

Today, press in and draw near
Reach up by faith and bring it down.
Fresh oil, grain and new wind are here.
Your efforts will not be in vain.

For it's a new day with a New Sound
That will release new authority and power.
Receive a fresh wind--
Fresh fire to take new ground.

A sound that will unlock things needed,
The keys to what you seek.
No longer will advancement be impeded,
It's time for the inheritance of the meek.

Call forth the sound of rain,
Let it fall on my righteous ones.
Allow this rain to flood your soul
Like oil, wine and grain.

Let it rain!

          Let it rain!

                    Let it rain!