Storms Might Hit

Sun comin’ up through a cracked windshield,

Pink sky hangin’ over this red dirt field.

Got past due bills and a broke front gate,

Boss on my phone sayin’ “boy, you’re late.”

But Mama left a note on the kitchen bar,

“Psalm 23, don’t forget who you are.”

So I’m hummin’ that line ‘bout valleys and fear,

While I’m grindin’ these gears, shiftin’ outta last year.

I’ve been runnin’ on empty, cussin’ this town,

Thinkin’ God forgot my name somehow.

But there’s a Bible on the dash, pages worn thin,

Every time I open it, He pulls me back in.

No weapon formed against us gonna prosper,

Devil’s been busy on this small-town road.

But I got my hand on the good Book, baby,

And the other on the wheel, drivin’ us back home.

If He’s for us, then who can stand against it?

Roman 8 written down in my bones.

Storms might hit, but the cross still stands,

So I’m drivin’ by faith ‘til He brings us home.

You’ve been cryin’ on the couch, watchin’ late-night news,

Sayin’ “all I see lately is nothin’ but bad truths.”

Kids in their rooms, tryin’ not to hear,

Every siren, every headline feedin’ that fear.

So I kill that screen, grab your shakin’ hand,

Flip to red letters where the hope still stands.

“Come to Me, all weary,” Matthew 11 says,

We read it out loud ‘til the weight starts to lift off your chest.

We don’t got much, but we got this house,

And a God who don’t walk out when we doubt.

There’s a Bible on the table, coffee ring stain,

Every verse we underline gets us through the rain.

No weapon formed against us gonna prosper,

Devil’s been busy on this small-town road.

But I got my hand on the good Book, baby,

And the other on the wheel, drivin’ us back home.

If He’s for us, then who can stand against it?

Roman 8 written down in my bones.

Storms might hit, but the cross still stands,

So I’m drivin’ by faith ‘til He brings us home.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow, I know,

Goodness and mercy gonna follow where we go.

Armor of God, Ephesians on my chest,

Sword in the Spirit when my mind’s a mess.

When I fall down, grace picks me back up,

Blood on that hill overflowed my cup.

So I’ll praise in the trial, sing in the fire,

‘Cause He already broke every weapon and wire.

No weapon formed against us gonna prosper,

Devil can’t touch what my Jesus owns.

I got my hand on the good Book, baby,

And the other ‘round you, swayin’ on this porch at home.

If He’s for us, then who can stand against it?

Roman 8 written down in our bones.

Storms might hit, but the cross still stands,

So we’re livin’ by faith ‘til He calls us home.