Praise You

I was sure by now,
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 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'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.

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

And I rest my head,
say my pray'r,

and go to sleep.

Cause I know You're with me.