The Lord has his way

In the whirlwind

In the storm

The clouds:

            The dust of his feet

His love is free

            Extending to the poor

                        To the broken

But his wrath is earned

            The obstinate and proud

                        Meet their end

The storm, the whirlwind

            Fall on all men alike

Through the storm

            The Lord has his way –

Oh to know, the goodness

            Of his ways

Who is a stronghold

            In the day of trouble

But darkness meets its utter end

Yes darkness meets its utter end

Darkness meets its utter end

The holy one’s life, it overcomes!

He has his way with the storm!

He treads on serpents

            And they were crushed

That serpent who was told

            Told eat the dust

His treading feet

            Stirred up the dust

That brought that serpent 

            To its end

And crushed his head

The Lord has his way 

in the storm

He wants to be your stronghold

            And pour his favor on you

            Not by your works

            But dependent on what

                        You choose

Where will you be in the storm?

In the rage when it comes?

The rain falls on the just, and unjust alike

And the Lord has his way in the storm