Oh Lord, I turn to You tonight
And pray that You’ll help me.
For I feel as if I’m adrift
Upon a windswept sea.
That’s sweeping through my mind.
The words of praise I seek tonight
Are difficult to find.
And find each scattered thought,
That I might lift up words of joy
And praise for all You’ve wrought.
All my faith is in You,
So, I will hold on in the storm
And praise You when it’s through.
Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he
delivered them from their distress.
He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were
hushed.
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