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
You 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
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It is not what happens to you that counts. It is how you react to what happens to you, especially when you have unexpected problems of any kind. Every day may not be good, but there's something good in every day.
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