If and when the rain won’t come

If and when the storms arrive

If and when silence the lot

I still know Your Word alive

 

If and when my chest turns cold

If and when my words won’t do

If and when my sins revealed

I still know grace will subdue

 

If and when the torch is dim

If and when I’m stained with doubt

If and when just smoking flax

I still know You’re in the drought

 

If and when this strife will end

If and when my thoughts made clear

If and when I stand again

I still know Your presence here