than worship in the rain?
that in this melancholic atmosphere
you loose out all your pain?
everything’s falling around you
it’s murky, dank and filled with disdain
Yet you’re reaching you to the mighty Jehovah
Who’s cleaning all your guilty stains;
Elijah waited upon the Lord,
and the mighty winds arose
He could’ve sworn he heard something,
but there was not even a ghost
the earthquake came and fires raged
and God was not to be found,
but after was a still, small voice
and he heardthe most heavenly sound
So what merits me,
to drown all of my fears
in the hum of my heart’s song
Amidst the spate of sky tears?
You could say what you want,
but I will not refrain,
I will keep reaching out,
And worship in the rain.