When the clouds are low and threatening
And the sky is far from blue
When the winds and waves rush in at me
When my thoughts are a dark hue
When the world is rough and echoing
And the time is rushing by
When the sky seems to fall in on me
Then I hang my head and cry
That cry is heard on a distant plane
It's heard by the One who knows
That when elements are really harsh
And the mighty wind it blows
Then at that time when our needs are great
When beaten at every side
We open our ears and listen for
The help that will turn the tide
And the One who understands our call
Who has felt it all before
Sends comfort and knowledge to help out
As He's done for many more
