Rinse Away

Standing out in the rain

trying to melt away the pain

I've felt it long, its too intense

I need a holy, grace-filled rinse.

The overwhelming anxiety
the dark sadness,in evil notoriety 

make it impossible to take a breath

to cleanse my soul, to calm my chest.

So in the rain I stand and cry

I need some peace, a big supply

Lord let it rain, rain down on me

I need your comfort, your company.

I hear a whisper, hear a sound

I stop in step and turn around

and there he stood, the Sage of Sages

none other than The Rock of Ages.

Let me hide myself in thee, 

open my eyes so I can see

the peace you give, its all around

from the blue skies, to the soft green ground.

Holy Rock, I need your embrace

just for a while to hide my face

to let you whisper in my ear

"Be not afraid, for I am here."