I am my own, or so I thought
You show me now that I am not
I tried to run, I tried to hide
Your voice, your call, I’d not abide
When it feels like you are nowhere near,
And I’m deafened by the howling fear;
In the dark, in the doubt, in the pain,
Make it all so clear, so clear:
The storm is your mercy severe.
So it would seem I cannot live,
With or without the love you give.
You don’t relent, you do not rest,
Till I am yours, by you possessed.
When it feels like you are nowhere near,
And I’m deafened by the howling fear;
In the dark, in the doubt, in the pain,
Make it all so clear, so clear:
The storm is your mercy severe.
Find me in the storm!
When it feels like you are nowhere near,
And I’m deafened by the howling fear;
In the dark, in the doubt, in the pain,
Make it all so clear, so clear:
The storm is your mercy severe.
Blake Strickland (trombone), Chad Lloyd (bass), Emily Ryan (cello and vocals), Jim Richards (guitar and vocals), Jonathan Olson (engineer), Lisa Goben (piano and vocals), Mark Sandeno (drums)
Words & Music: Luke Morton, 2019
Recorded live on Sunday, March 3rd at the 5:00p service
