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Oh, the storm clouds are coming,

I can feel it in the wind,

Oh, the storm clouds are coming,

The rain is blowing in,

And the season’s getting later,

My heart is growing old,

I’m restless for redemption,

And I’m longing for home,

Oh, the sea is rising,

The time is close at hand,

Oh, the sea is rising,

To wash away all that’s built on sand,

And the season’s getting later,

My heart is growing old,

I’m restless for redemption,

And I’m longing for home,

This is not my home,

I’m just passing through,

This is not my home,

I believe it’s true,

But, who will rescue me?

Who will rescue me?

From this body of sin and death,

Only the blood of Jesus,

And the season’s getting later,

My heart is growing old,

I’m restless for redemption,

And I’m longing for home,

And the season’s getting later,

My heart is growing old,

I’m restless for redemption,

And I’m longing for home.