Thunder rolls, the dark clouds grow;
The rain is pouring down.
Harsh winds blow and on every side,
are mountains that surround.
Standing firm, I try not to fear,
as the Savior takes my hand.
He assures my heart, He’s in control,
I need not understand.
He’s my shelter in every storm.
No one can do me harm,
for in it’s midst, I lean on Him.
He keeps me safe and warm.
What’s this I hear, oh, could it be
the sound of God’s soft whisper,
assuring me to just be still;
Fear can’t hold me a prisoner.
Finding peace in trusting Him
Is where I find my rest.
Now as the storm begins to calm
I know I have been blessed.