The world we live in today is as dry as a desert

People are searching for a way to ease their never ending hurts

They look to the right and to the left

They look back and forward hoping

Their ears will intercept the sound 

Of water’s mighty roar

The world we live in today is as dry as a desert

People are searching for a way to ease their never ending hurts

They look to the right and to the left

They look back and forward hoping

Their ears will intercept the sound 

Of water’s mighty roar

They search without even knowing it

As they try to hold their heads high,

And in their hearts though no showing it

They begin to desperately cry

But I say to you, Oh sleeping church,

“It’s time for us to arise!

Do you hear the cry of the lost hearts?

Or do you sleep-OPEN YOUR EYES!”

We’ve played church with God too long

As God’s people wither in pain

We need to step up and be strong for the ones who need revival rain!

This why we are The River

To take back what is ours, to become the givers

And have the Kingdom of God

Let’s bring water to this wasteland

One rain drop at a time, 

Until a might river is at hand

With revival that will last a life time.