Russell G. Robison


His thunder clear, I do not fear
I kneel down in the rain
And ask my God to wash me clean
And take from me this pain

Too long this shield I would not yield
Has kept the world at bay
For long ago I lost my faith
In all it had to say

So take from me these things I see
And make the night my friend
Rain down upon this child who’s lost
And make me whole again