Can you thank me when your hands are tied, with no control
When you think I’ve lied, about something to do with your life’s goal
And you’ve cried, “Master, do you not know I will perish?”
...But listen to the wind, and know that I ride upon the storm; come before me and thank me again, and whenever you’re forlorn, let me dry your tears
And remind you of all the years, I’ve loved you and taken care of you, and planted my dreams - in your soul.
I will still carry you, to the ends of a wind-swept life, amidst the storms and strife; I will keep you in the safety of the calm....