He Knoweth Best

Storms gather, skies darken
Hopes light grows dim

Storms gather, skies darken
Hopes light grows dim
Timid, I step ahead
Leaning on Him.

Tender His voice whispers
Sweet in my ear
‘Dear sinking child of mine
Hark I am here’

Weary and woe begone
Everything lost
Resting, refreshed in Him
He bears the cost

Weak, fragile, spent–serene
When storms at rest
Slowly I comprehend
He knoweth best.

Jenny Daniel