I see the storm is loweringI hear the thunder growl,
And, though I think I’m safe from harm,
I tremble at its scowl.
I know the storm is on its way,
I feel it in the air;
It crackles with the static charge
Of anger and despair.
There seems to be so little hope
In all I see today,
But I know that is far from true.
That’s why I pray each day
That You will give me strength enough
To stand against the squall
And faith enough to ride the waves
Until You calm them all.
The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!” He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm.