I wrote this shortly after my dad died.  As a single mom choosing to stay home to raise my boys, it was a scary thing to lose the one thing that seemed to be God's source of provision for us.  I spent many nights fighting the temptation to worry about what was going to happen to us.  God has not yet disappointed me.

A harsh storm blows against me

It’s done so times before

But under shadow of your wing

I’m safe from it once more

Sometimes I look upon the wind

I see the tidal waves

And feel myself begin to sink

‘Til Your hand firmly saves

At times I face temptation

“Curse God who brought this on!”

But if I did, where would I turn?

My life from You is drawn!

And through the fiercest tempest

I’ve learned to see Your face

You’re Father, Lover, Comfort,  Friend

I recognize Your grace

But of all things You’ve proved to be

The one I love the most

In the middle of the storms of life

You are my God, the Lord of Hosts!

Written April 16, 2005

Copyright 2005