The storm engulfs my soul.
O God, You claim You’re here,
But all I see is wind and waves,
And all I feel is fear.
The troubles flooding in
Defy my frantic prayer.
O Savior, are You sound asleep?
O Jesus, do You care?
I long for quick relief.
You long for all my best.
I call You to my anxious fear.
You call me to Your rest.
Almighty, present God,
Each moment fill my view.
My peace is not a circumstance
But always, only You.