As the coming storm approached me
I bowed before the wind
And, bending nearly to the ground,
I prayed that it would end.
Then as I wept I heard your voice
Whispering in my ear,
“You are in the palm of my hand
There’s nothing you need fear.”
And then the storm closed in again
I rose and faced the wind,
For I’m beloved by God on high;
My fear’s all that will end!
They will have no fear of bad news; their hearts are steadfast, trusting in the LORD.
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