Faith, In The Storm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When all the world seemed washed in storms

That I was caught within,

I often doubted I’d survive,

Much less held hope I’d win.

 

But You have always held me close,

Your mercy never fails,

And as the storms wash over me,

It’s Your will that prevails.

 

I’m getting weary of the storms,

For life is fraught with them,

I don’t know if I’m growing weak

Or if they grow more grim,

 

The day will come when I will fall

Beneath a storm’s torrent,

But until then I want to live

My life with clear intent.

 

I want to stand up in Your name,

Give no haven to fear,

Rejoicing, as each storm rolls through,

That Your will is still clear.

 

Psalm 71:20

Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up.