Floodwaters The Hillbilly Thomists

Winds are blowin'
The roof right off the house
Those floodwaters
Are comin', you'll want to get out
And the tide
Can turn on you all at once
And the hope
That you built can return to the dust

[Chorus]
God is no healer the way we would like Him
He lets life roll on
A Father who did not spare His own Son
It sure puzzles us some
God is no stranger to hurricanes
He lets them blow right down the line

And my brother's
Got some ideas in his head
And his mother
Thinking he might wind up dead
And she worries
Still loses sleep over him
For an answer
Go back to when they began