Everlasting Grace in Storms

When storms arise and shadows fall, and fear begins to take its

toll. I find my shelter through it all. His hands,

my refuge hold my soul. Though winds may howl and night is long,

His mercy whispers through the rain. In trembling heart He plants a song,

a quiet hope that will remain. These hands once pierced now cradle me,

with every scar my fears erased. No power can break what eyes can't see,

the strength of everlasting grace. So let the waves rise if they dare,

for I am His and not alone. His hands will lift each silent