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.