This Storm

I was sure by now God 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..." I will praise the God who gives AND takes away...
And I WILL praise you in this storm, and I WILL raise my hands...Because You are who You are, no matter where I am.

WHERE DOES MY HELP COME FROM????

My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of Heaven and Earth.

You never left my side.

And though my heart is torn, I will praise You in this storm.