Your love is the rock that I cling to.
Your name is the tower that I run into.
Your strength is what lifts my head
when it's bowed low,
And your song is the light that shines through my window.
And like the sun after all of the rain's gone,
The morning without any clouds comes,
With a picture of Your love.
And when I think of the stars so high over me,
The moon and the stars that let everyone see,
A picture of your love.
And after the rain has fallen, and after the clouds all roll away,
The sweetest name remains, on my soul.
