There is so much I need to say,
But words don’t seem to form.
The tempests rise, then fall away
And I survive each storm.
Yet, I know more storms will sweep through,
Each one I’ll have to face
With faith, which I’m still working on,
And Your securing grace.
I know that You have never failed
To bring me through each gale,
And yet, I always worry that
This next storm may prevail.
I struggle with my thoughts and words,
But, without doubt, I know
That every storm I face with You
Will help my faith to grow!
Matthew 8:26
And he said to them, “Why are you afraid, O you of little
faith?” Then he rose and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great
calm.
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