Forget counting sheep, can’t go to sleep
Thunder and lightning, be down on the street
Reluctantly walking down stairs
I know He’s still up down there
Reading His Bible at the kitchen counter
Like only a watchman would do at this hour
Says, “Come over here, little man”
With a warm glass and milk in His hand
And if He’s not worried
Then I’m not worried
I lean on Him like a rock
I know that nothing can hurt me
Steady and stable
Stubbornly faithful
Man of His word and He’s worthy
Patient and not in a hurry
And He is not worried, no, no
He is not worried, no, no
Never expected He’d be here forever
Guess I just thought we would grow old together
He’d see my kids and He’d say
“I told you you’d turn out okay”
But He leans in to whisper, “It’s okay to be sad
This won’t change a thing, I’ll always be your dad”
I held on tight as I prayed
He says, “Son, you know I’m not afraid”
So when I get a little restless
With the storms of this world
And I’m up praying in the kitchen
For my own two little girls
I won’t let fear take hold of my heart
Not in my house or my heart, ’cause I know
If He’s not worried
Then I’m not worried
I lean on Jesus, my rock
I know that nothing can hurt me
Ooh, steady and stable
I am so grateful
God of His word and He’s worthy
Patient and not in a hurry
And He is not worried, no, no
He can’t be shaken, no, no
