

Prompt / Lyrics
The summers burn much hotter every year, The floods roll in, our towns all drown in fear. The winds cry out, but we call his name, The world is changing — is God to blame? We still remember when the big storm came, Tore through our town and left us with its shame. We said, “God sent it,” shouted at his name, Was it his hand in every cloud, is God to blame? Chorus) We blame the heavens when the sky turns black, We shout his name like he’s the one who turned his back. But there’s a heart that’s breaking with our pain, A gentle hand that wants to heal, not to cause blame. The sirens wailed, the street was filled with fear, We held each other, wishing help was near. The world felt cold, our hearts aflame, We spoke together — is God to blame? We’re at the front row, standing by his grave, Flowers on the box, trying to be brave. He left so fast, and all we feel is pain, Did the LORD snatch him from our hands, is God to blame? (Bridge) We curse the storm and say he chose our fate, Yet he’s the one who’s patient when we’re filled with hate. Through all the chaos, still his love remains, We point at him for what we hate— is God to blame? (Chorus) We blame the heavens when the sky turns black, We shout his name like he’s the one who turned his back. But there’s a heart that’s breaking with our pain, A gentle hand that wants to heal, not to cause blame. We blame the heavens when the sky turns black, We shout his name like he’s the one who turned his back. But there’s a heart that’s breaking with our pain, A gentle hand that wants to heal, not to cause blame.
Tags
Folk pop/ Medium to fast Tempo Storytelling vibe Cats in the cradle Female singer
3:01
No
4/16/2026