When thunder roars and skies grow dark with fear,
I stand upon His Word, my shelter near.
“Be still,” He speaks above the raging sea,
His voice my calm, my strong security.
Though waves arise and batter every side,
I wait in hope, in Him I still confide;
Isaiah’s truth sustains my weary soul
Those who trust God are strengthened, made whole.
Like David’s psalms, my prayers rise through the rain,
For Christ still reigns when storms around me strain;
The clouds may roar, yet this remains my norm:
The Lord is near—I’m patient in the storm.
MARYANN BOSAH 