The Storm

On this Life's stormy sea,

dismayed and troubled I be.

I need a Comforter to calm this storm,

a beautiful new horizon to form.

This storm has unleashed its rage,

a great battle wherewith to wage.

Waves compass me with ferocious power,

daunted I cry in fear as I cower.

Terror runs to my very core,

soon the storm will seize me in its lore.

As I cling to this piece of wood,

I'd swim to shore if only I could!

But alas! The storm is wild!

Its anger has been riled.

Where is my Deliverance? is my cry,

Will I be left alone to die?

As I lift my tear-streaked face,

I think of my earthly race.

Had my Father deserted me,

given me up to the power of the sea?

Would I be lost forevermore,

never again to reach the shore?

But now the sun shines through the rain,

sorrow disappears with the storm's main.

Lo my Comforter has come,

deliverance is mine with which to run.

My doubts have been erased,

joy and praise together been laced.  

God's grace is mightier than the sea,

this grace He has given is for me!

~Rachel Brown