Earthquakes, Volcanoes, and Springs

It’s raining again - April in Denton.
I’m shaking again - quakes in old downtown.
The world is smoking – Chilean volcanoes.
And I still got nowhere else to go
To get away from thoughts of you
And find some peace.

Light’s dripping again – filling the big bowl.
The roof is leaking – shakes are getting old.
I’m still asking why he attacks my soul,
But I still got no one who loves me so.
Just can’t take my mind off of you
And find some peace.

Water is falling again – it’s raining me in.
I’m dreaming again of mountain springs.
Flint’s breaking again – wilderness of Sin,
And I still got no fox hole to crawl in
To hide from a life without you.
I need some rest.

Chorus
I need some rest amidst the storm
Some comfort from my troubles.
I need to sit with someone warm
And enjoy
Some peace in all this turmoil.
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April 24, 2015

Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord,
at the presence of the God of Jacob,
who turns the rock into a pool of water,
the flint into a spring of water.

(Psalm 114:7-8 ESV)