when an eagle faces a storm while flying he doesnt get knocked down...he just uses the wind coming against him to lift him higher...above the storm clouds...dedicated to my oldest brother Marc who was just diagnosed with M.S.
Jereme Watson
hi..I am Jereme Watson...the band is just me
Story behind the song
when an eagle faces a storm while flying he doesn't get knocked down...he just uses the wind coming against him to lift him higher...John, who wrote the book of Revelation in the bible was boiled in oil for his faith and thrown out on the island of Patmos to die...it would have been so easy to just give up but the bible says John was in the spirit on the Lords day and heard a voice from heaven call him saying come up higher John and see heavenly things...we should use the same principles when things come against us...use them to lift us higher...where the Son is shining...Above The Storm Clouds
Lyrics
Above The Storm Clouds
Verse 1
Mountains in the distance, the mighty eagle soars.
A coming storm is threatening and the winds begin to roar.
With dark clouds all around him still he circles high.
When winds would seem to crash him, he just lifts his wings to fly.
Chorus1
Gonna rise above the storm clouds; spread his wings and fly.
When all around seems hopeless, he'll just use the wind to rise
Up, high above the storm clouds, where the sun is shining bright.
And troubles all around him are no longer in sight.
Verse 2
He was boiled in oil and left there to die,
John could have looked at Patmos as “no use to try.”
But on the Lord’s Day, when he started to pray,
A voice from heaven called down and it called out to say…
Chorus 2
Come rise above the storm clouds; just spread your wings and fly.
When all around seems hopeless just use the wind to rise,
Up, high above the storm clouds, where the Son is shining bright.
And troubles all around you are no longer in sight.
Bridge
We’ll be going to a city where He is the Light!
There’ll be no more sickness and no more night!
His glorious beauty we’ll soon behold!
And we’ll walk down streets of gold!
Forever, we’ll drink of the River of Life!
There’ll be no more heartache and no more strife!
Worship the Lord with no more cares!
Oh, I want to go there!
Chorus 3
And we’ll rise above the storm clouds; just spread our wings and fly.
When all around seems hopeless we’ll hear our name and rise,
Up, high above the storm clouds where the Son is shining bright!
And troubles all around us are no longer in sight.
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