I saw the Lord seated on a throne high and exalted. And the train of His robe filled the temple. Above Him were angels with six mighty wings. With two theyd cover their faces.
Need a little more sunshine in the middle of rain. Need a little more joy in the middle of pain. I need a little more color in the middle of this plain Jane.
Ill admit I'm glad we're not disciples. Out on a lake paralyzed with fright. 'Cause I'm afraid I might have laughed at Peter. Until he stepped into that stormy night.