A Cry In The Storm

I watch the storm rise around me

While I stand on the shore

Knowing I may well be swallowed

If they rise too much more.

Fierce winds batter me to my knees

Where I lift up a prayer,

That I can only hope you hear

Through the turbulent air.

My faith is tested in the storms

Which drive me to my knee,

But it is in a humbled state

That you reach out to me.

For until then my mind is filled

With too much worldly noise,

But when I’m hurt I’m more inclined      

To listen to your voice.

And so, while I am on my knees

Praying to face no harm,

Please help me listen all the time

And not wait for a storm.

Psalm 107:29
He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.