Praise You in this Storm

Sometimes, songs just say it better:

I was sure by now, God, 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.

And I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am.
And 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 to You
and raised me up again.
My strength is almost gone.

How can I carry on
if I can't find You?

I lift my eyes onto the hills.
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.