Isaiah 32:2

When the storm winds rise before me,

Lashing me with bitter rain,

I seek shelter in your shadow;

Hiding from the storm again.

You are always my strong refuge,

Shielding me from every storm.

Though the tempests rage around me,

I know you will keep me warm.

Isaiah 32:2

Each one will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land.