How did you weather the storm
What damage has been done
What triumph has been won
Victory came as grace stooped down and raised me up
He promised He’d never leave
It’s true He found me in the storm and rescued me
Lifting me up upon the highest rock
To see beyond the highest wave
To caste this mountain into the depths of the sea
To hear the voice of the one who whispers to the storm
Inside of me
Be still and know that I am God.


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