Walking with my Raincoat.

I’m looking for a friend to hold the door

It’s cold outside when I don’t know where to find

A sheltered place secluded from the race

Of this old life

It is rainy here. Gray, misty, windy. Reminds me of this past month. Seems every turn had bad weather.

As I walked out in the downpour with no raincoat

I was soaked down to the bone from head to toe

Without my raincoat, anywhere I may go

I still get wet somehow

And yet right now as I sit and glance out the window…blueish clouds set in a faded yellow sky. I can’t help but smile.

I found a friend. He’s with me to the end.

He promised me that He would not forsake His own

And when a promise never ends

It can only mean one thing…it’s from above

The sky is now pale pink. The reminisce of hope in the storms.

Now I walk out in the downpour with my raincoat

After all is said and done, He’s still the One

With my raincoat, anywhere I may go

I know I’m alright

Reference: “Raincoat.” Downhere. Word Entertainment, 2001.