The Cry In the Storm
THE CRY IN THE STORM
The rain was pouring down on earth, the thunder roared so loud,
The winds were blowing viciously, and there in fear I bowed.
My skin was drenched from all the rain, I shivered in the cold;
It seemed no one could hear me there in that storm now so bold.
My cry grew fainter by the hour and soon my voice was gone;
The night seemed it would never end nor greet the coming dawn.
But Jesus heard my weakened voice above the stormy sky;
He came into the wind and rain and soon I felt Him nigh.
And then His voice said, “Peace, be still”; the wind and storm
obeyed,
For He had heard my desperate voice when unto Him I prayed.
Yes, Jesus heard me cry that day when in my storm of sin;
I asked in faith there to be saved and there He took me in.
So now through all the storms of life I have one with me there
Who hears me when I cry aloud in faith to Him in prayer.
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