The Storms of Life

The storms of life that slaps your face And steals you from God’s warm embrace The angry waves that crashes in The raging tides that seem to win The howling bitter wind that blows And throws its victim to and fro The waters fill and rock the boat You wonder if you’ll sink or float You start to question is God there? Is He asleep, does He not care? Then Jesus answers, “Peace, be still This storm of life, it is my will I’m holding you, you will not drown Your faith is grounded, rooted down Through storms of life I’m standing near You’ll cross over, no need to fear