Through the storm, the mist will lift
The deepened shadows twist and shift.
The darkness lightens and the clouds break out
And hope a light that shines about.
The path seems hidden and far to go
Yet in the fog a wind will blow
To calm the weary soul that fears to fly
As Jesus looks down from the sky.
So, even if there are no stars in sight
Jesus will always be our guiding light.
His watchful eye will forever keep
Us riding above the deep.
MARYANN BOSAH 