The Storm
I see the storm clouds gathering,
I hide and cringe in fear.
I’ve seen clouds like these before,
Oh, Lord, be ever near.
I’ve felt how hard the winds can blow.
I was almost lost at sea.
My sails so torn and powerless.
Oh, Lord stay close to me.
I am afraid of this new storm
And the damage it can do.
What will be left of my heart in the end?
Oh, Lord, I draw close to You.
You are my rock, my strong tower.
In You I have no fear.
You are my strength from day to day.
You will be ever near.
“Fear thou not,” I hear You say
Out on the stormy sea.
You will uphold me by Your Right Hand.
You will stay close to me.
You are the Rock where I can hide
Until the storm is through
I will find shelter under Your wings
I will draw close to You.
Karen Woodward © 2005