I was sure by now,
God,That 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 Your whisper through the rain
"I'm with you."
And as Your mercy falls,
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away.

I'll praise You in this storm,
And I will lift my hands,
For You are who You are,
No matter where I am.
Every tear I've cried,
You hold in Your hand,
You never left my side,
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm.

I remember when
I stumbled in the wind,
You heard my cry to you,
and raised me up again.
My strength is almost gone;
How can I carry on,
If I can't find You?

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
"I'm with you."
And as Your mercy falls,
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives,
And takes away

I lift my eyes unto the hills;
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
The Maker of heaven and earth.