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
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