Calm, After the Storm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I felt panic sweep over me,

My breath was hard to find.

It seemed as if I’d gotten lost

Inside of my own mind.

 

I tried to think and not to cry,

Both efforts seemed to fail,

And I knew without any doubt

That panic would prevail.

 

I found myself upon my knees,

My prayer rising on high.

I called to You from my despair

And You answered my cry.

 

I felt the whirlwind settling,

Your peace soon took its place,

And I found myself, once again,

Circled in Your embrace.

 

Why do I let myself worry

Until I cannot see

That You’re greater than all those fears

I let overwhelm me?

 

Psalm 18:6

In my distress I called upon the Lord; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears.