God Speaks to My Storming Heart

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 praise you in this storm and I will lift my hands you are who you are no matter where I am. And every tear I cry you hold in your hand you never left my side. And all though my heart is torn I will praise you in this storm. And although my heart is torn I will praise you in this storm."