Isaiah 25:4

I have no prayer within my heart

And no idea where to start;

I’m stuck out on this shaky limb

With no voice to raise up my hymn.

I’m holding on with all my might

Clinging tightly, filled with fright,

For there’s a storm looming out there;

I feel it in the tingling air.

But I’m too small to ride the storm,

Or hope to face it without harm,

So I will find my voice & pray

That you will shelter me today

Isaiah 25:4
You have been a refuge for the poor, a refuge for the needy in their distress, a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like a storm driving against a wall