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"THAT PUNISHING RAIN" by David Guilbault
I feel the breath on my neck,
A blistering wind.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I hear the steps at my back,
A gathering storm.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I don’t fear Jesus.
But I’m afraid of my own hand.
Lord I just can’t go through this again.
I just can’t live through this again.
I dread the knock on my door,
A rising flood.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I don’t fear Jesus.
But I’m afraid of my own hand.
Lord I just can’t go through this again.
I just can’t live through this again.
I await the hand on my heart,
A beckoning calm.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m cold to the bone again.
I’m cold to the bone again.
"That Punishing Rain © 2009 David Guilbault
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"THAT PUNISHING RAIN" by David Guilbault
I feel the breath on my neck,
A blistering wind.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I hear the steps at my back,
A gathering storm.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I don’t fear Jesus.
But I’m afraid of my own hand.
Lord I just can’t go through this again.
I just can’t live through this again.
I dread the knock on my door,
A rising flood.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I don’t fear Jesus.
But I’m afraid of my own hand.
Lord I just can’t go through this again.
I just can’t live through this again.
I await the hand on my heart,
A beckoning calm.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m cold to the bone again.
I’m cold to the bone again.
"That Punishing Rain © 2009 David Guilbault
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"THAT PUNISHING RAIN" by David Guilbault
I feel the breath on my neck,
A blistering wind.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I hear the steps at my back,
A gathering storm.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I don’t fear Jesus.
But I’m afraid of my own hand.
Lord I just can’t go through this again.
I just can’t live through this again.
I dread the knock on my door,
A rising flood.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I don’t fear Jesus.
But I’m afraid of my own hand.
Lord I just can’t go through this again.
I just can’t live through this again.
I await the hand on my heart,
A beckoning calm.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m cold to the bone again.
I’m cold to the bone again.
"That Punishing Rain © 2009 David Guilbault
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"THAT PUNISHING RAIN" by David Guilbault
I feel the breath on my neck,
A blistering wind.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I hear the steps at my back,
A gathering storm.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I don’t fear Jesus.
But I’m afraid of my own hand.
Lord I just can’t go through this again.
I just can’t live through this again.
I dread the knock on my door,
A rising flood.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I don’t fear Jesus.
But I’m afraid of my own hand.
Lord I just can’t go through this again.
I just can’t live through this again.
I await the hand on my heart,
A beckoning calm.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m cold to the bone again.
I’m cold to the bone again.
"That Punishing Rain © 2009 David Guilbault
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"THAT PUNISHING RAIN" by David Guilbault
I feel the breath on my neck,
A blistering wind.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I hear the steps at my back,
A gathering storm.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I don’t fear Jesus.
But I’m afraid of my own hand.
Lord I just can’t go through this again.
I just can’t live through this again.
I dread the knock on my door,
A rising flood.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m wet to the bone again.
I don’t fear Jesus.
But I’m afraid of my own hand.
Lord I just can’t go through this again.
I just can’t live through this again.
I await the hand on my heart,
A beckoning calm.
It’s coming down hard now,
That punishing rain.
I’m cold to the bone again.
I’m cold to the bone again.
"That Punishing Rain © 2009 David Guilbault
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This EP tracks the evolution of a song. These are five different takes on "That Punishing Rain." The song starts as a singer-songwriter version with just acoustic & slide guitar. Then it gets a country-rock treatment by producer Chris Klimecky. Next it takes on an indie pop vibe by producer Colin J Nelson. An electronic re-mix is the work of DJ Pezzner. Finally, just me and my guitar.
