His Storm

I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain

And it is always I fight for the welcome change

When it rains it pours on this heart of mine

So, I take the storms I feel to him each time.



But I know he has lived under his own pouring rain

Yet under his water his heart still doesn't change

He can walk away from what hangs overhead

And, not in his storm, are words left unsaid.



Not in his storm have I ever felt alone

His storm ends, so I, may find my way home

It's for others that he pushes away his own rain

So, that I many find comfort in calling his name.



He lives in this world for the sake of another's heart

God, how he eases the miles when worlds apart

And he never wanders when your world falls through

Not ever in his storm would he do this to you.



He has wings that I know not only I can see

Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me

It's the way that the eyes can surely view

How his heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.



Not in his storm is his work ever done

And even in his storm he hands many the sun

When his world is dark - We always have light

And now how I hold the new color of night.



He takes then he gives to an unhappy face

So that many can find an awesome place

I have been able to love him more every day

And with his hand in mine the clouds roll away.



Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath

Could ever change what I hold here inside of me

Not in any of his storms have I lost my angels touch

To that angel out there, I love him so much.