A Tempest Tossed Rage

A tempest tossed rage, a river of anger, fueled by cruel haste, despitefully using, losing my hope, as so it seems. A tempest misplaced, emotions confusing, where do I turn?, and where do I go?, thier is no shelter, anywhere in sight. A tempest engulfed, with a love so deep, overcoming sins doubt, that's rendered useless, turning to Jesus, my shelter I find. A tempest no more, not yet out of sight, searching inland, in a heart that's true, following Jesus, down a path lit bright.