These are the places I was so sure I’d find Him
I’ve looked in the pages and I’ve looked down on my knees
I’ve lifted my eyes in expectation
To see the sun still refusing to shine, but…

Sometimes He comes in the clouds
Sometimes His face cannot be found
Sometimes the sky is dark and grey
But some things can only be known
And sometimes our faith can only grow
When we can’t see

So, sometimes He comes in the clouds

Sometimes I see me, a sailor out on the ocean
So brave and so sure as long as the skies are clear
But when the clouds start to gather
I watch my faith turn to fear, but…

….
Sometimes He comes in the rain
And we question the pain
And wonder why God can seem so far away
But time will show us
He was right there with us…
-Steven Curtis Chapman