Pressed, But Not Crushed - Re-Posted

The tempest sent me whimpering

To hide my face in fear;
The crashing light, the thunder’s song
Were growing ever near.
I felt the pain of every blow
Bearing down on me,
But I can’t let the storms keep me
From what I need to be. 

So I will rise against the gale,
Defy the fearsome air!
For I will not let it beat me

Nor wallow in despair!

You did not breath life into me

For me to live in fear.

However close the storm may be,

I know You, too, are near!

2 Corinthians 4:8

We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;