The air is filled with secret prayers,
That whispers in the ears of the man up stairs,
The mist in the rain is like the tears that we cry,
The man upstairs wipes them dry.
There are clouds of silver lining,
In the clouds the sun keeps shining
In my mind I see Noah's ark landing,
And angels leading in pairs.
There is a rainbow after the rain,
a promise from God in Heaven,
That those who live in His flame,
Will surely be forgiven.
Jesus on the cross takes away my cares,
The air is filled with secret prayers,
That whispers in the ears of the man up stairs.
On God knows our secret prayers.