Staring at a rays of sunshine
Light so bright it's blowing your mind

Storm's had its share of wearing at your body
Tears flowing and you're afraid of drowning

Mind made up but your feet are planted
Relying on your heart to not jump frantic

Patiently pressing towards peace
Wishing for an ounce of increase

Waiting on a miracle to harvest
Soul is thirsty; Spirit is starving

Skies are gloomy, no stars are shooting
But, even at midnight God is still moving