No silver crown upon my head
No mansion where I lay my bed
But I have peace the world can't buy
Grace like rain falls from the sky
The rich may boast of gold and fame
But I rejoice in Jesus' name
Let it rain, let it pour
Heaven’s mercy on the poor
I may have nothing, still I sing
I am a child of the King
No treasure stored in earthly banks
But heaven hears my songs of thanks
Angels walk beside my feet
In the struggle, joy is sweet
I’ve seen the world, I've felt the lack
Still His goodness has my back
Let it rain, let it pour
Heaven’s mercy on the poor
I may have nothing, still I sing
I am a child of the King
Blessed are the ones who cry
For their tears will soon run dry
In His hands we find our worth
Not in silver, not in earth
Let it rain, let it shine
His provision will be mine
Though I'm weak, my spirit soars
Rich in love forevermore
