In the storm.

Some days I don't know what's up and what's down

and some days I wonder if I'll float or I'll drown. 

My burdens are heavy, they weigh me, I sink, 

my mind it is filled with thoughts I should not think. 

The oceans surround me, the waves they grow tall, 

my body is aching, I feel nothing at all. 

But my God he is bigger, these oceans I face, 

they bowed down before him as his foot found its place. 

He walked out to meet me though trembling I swam, 

he lifted me up in the palm of his hand. 

My heart now is beating, my lungs fill with air, 

my savior before me, I stop and I stare

Now I know, wherever I am,

in the storm stands my maker, my heart in his hand. 

Though he may not rush me safely to shore, 

his arms they will hold me right there in the storm.