My Refuge

The storm is pounding on the sea,

It batters branch and bow,

But all its fury can’t harm me

You are my refuge now.

I stand within the driving wind,

Yet still I know no fear,

For every storm is bound to end

And you are always near.

Isaiah 4:6
It will be a shelter and shade from the heat of the day, and a refuge and hiding place from the storm and rain.