The Storm
Clouds gather for the final storm
There seems no hope in human form.
But God is above each crippling fear
Light in the darkness, far but near.
Evil seems to win the day
But its hold will pass and flee away.
Jesus comes and stills the waves
His mighty hand will free sin's slaves.
When all seems lost, He brings fresh hope
Providing strength when we can't cope.
This storm is but a futile wind
This world seems cruel, but He is kind.
God Lavishes His wealth of grace
Through his word we see His face.
Peace that shatters the discord of war
He guides our steps for evermore.
