I'm waiting for you in the storm,
to hear your thunderous voice command the sky.
As the rains fall, with my palms raised,
I'm waiting for your reply.

I'm waiting for you in the city,
to see a neon sign etched with your words
And as the world speeds on, I know it won't be long
I know you're answering the prayer that you heard.

Father, I'm so bad at being still and knowing
when my longing for you is only growing,
But if in the quiet, you're made known
Let the silence stretch,
in your whisper, I will catch the love you've shown.

You didn't come in the fire,
the earthquake or the wind
By your hand,
the blackest storm clouds rescind.
Your whisper comes,
when tranquil breaths are taken
so God I pray
don't let me be shaken,
let me listen.

Father I'm so bad, at being still and knowing
but this yearning in me, you know its only growing
If you'd take this quiet, and make yourself known
let this silence stretch
let it stretch
and in your whisper, I will catch the love you've shown.