| These are the places I was so sure I’d find Him
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| I looked in the pages and I looked down on my knees
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| I lifted my eyes in expectation
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| To see the sun still refusing to shine
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| But sometimes He comes in the clouds
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| Sometimes His face cannot be found
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| Sometimes the sky is dark and gray
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| But some things can only be known
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| And sometimes are faith can only grow
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| When we can’t see
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| So sometimes He comes in the clouds
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| Sometimes I see me a sailor out on the ocean
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| So brave and so sure as long as the skies are clear
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| But when the clouds to gather
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| I watch my faith turn to fear
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| But sometimes He comes in the clouds
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| Sometimes His face cannot be found
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| Sometimes the sky is dark and gray
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| But some things can only be known
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| And sometimes are faith can only grow
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| When we can’t see
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| So sometimes He comes in the clouds
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| Sometimes He comes in the rain
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| And we question the pain
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| And wonder why God can seem so far away
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| But time will show us, He was right there with us
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| And sometimes He comes in the clouds
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| Sometimes His face cannot be found
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| Sometimes the sky is dark and gray
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| But some things can only be known
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| And sometimes are faith can only grow
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| When we can’t see
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| So sometimes He comes in the clouds |