Words
and Music by Barry Collecutt Copyright ©2002
Though
the fields are dry and the rain is rare
Though the crops they fail and the vine is bare
And my heart feels like You’re not there
Yet will I praise You Lord
Though the enemy is at all sides
And a good friend Lord is hard to find
But I know Your arms are open wide
And I will praise You Lord
O how You love me God
You love me God
O how You love me God
You love me God
Though I’m weak I will say I am strong
Though I’m poor I know rich I’ll become
For the Father has sent me His Son
And I will praise Him more
I know You love me
You sent Your Son for me
And I will praise You more