I was sure by now, God you would have reached down and wiped our tears away. Stepped in and saved the day. But once again I say Amen and it’s still raining. As the thunder rolls I barely hear you whisper through the rain, “I’m with you”. And as your mercy falls I will raise my hands and praise the God who gives, and takes away.
And I’ll praise you in this storm and I will lift my hands. That you are who you are no matter where I am. And every tear I cry you hold in your hand. You’ve never left my side. And though my heart is torn. I will praise you in this storm.
Love this kid.