2 Corinthians 4:8

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 give in to fear
Or wallow in despair!

2 Corinthians 4:8

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