The Northern California cold left me feeling alive and clean
A sweet confession from my soul
A waking return to my dream
In His own time- His Grace divine
Can you hear the sound?
It's coming down
I've waited not so patiently; worn worried circles
Around my mind
But when I looked outside of me
He showed me all the more that I could find
In His own time- His Grace divine
Can you hear the sound?
It's coming down
It's coming down
It won't always be easy
This old dog's hard to teach
Remember when it's hardest
And seeming out of reach
That's it's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
I try to catch it in my hands only to realize they're already full
I think I finally understand
The sudden paradox of self-control
Hold all my pain up to this rain
Watch it hit the ground
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down