He leans into the wind of a blowing sideways rain.
He fights so brave and strong ‘til his life is nearly drained
He’s battered on the rocks of the silence of the Lord
That echoes through the night of His own private storm
And it’s just another night but it’s the darkest he has known
And he can barely stand upright but the storm still rages on
And through his blurry eyes he searches for the dawn
He’s fighting for his life through his own private storm
And it’ll spin him all about.
It’ll toss him all around.
It’ll throw him in the air and it’ll slam him to the ground
It’ll make him start to ask if there ever was a God
And in this private storm will there ever be a calm? Will there be a calm?
Cause God’s silence is not golden when you’re hanging on a cross
And you’re fighting every storm humankind has ever fought.
And it’s true that God won’t give anymore than we can bear
But the storm is not from God and it doesn’t really care.
So the storm beat Him down and it took His life away
But three days in the ground and rising from the grave
Will carry every soul who is battered in the rains
And it tells us that the gales will not have the final say
And your own private storm, it will not win this fight
Cause your own private storm has been crucified with Christ.
And it may spin you all about.
It may toss you all around.
It might throw you in the air and it may slam you to the ground
And it may make you start to ask if there ever was a God
But in this private storm He will be the calm. He will the be a calm.
© 2010 Rick L. James
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