Facing the Storm
  
I walked along a weary road, 
'Twas paved with rocks and thorns, 
The sun was dark and clouds hung o'er 
As I braced to face the storm;

My Father said, "Be not afraid," 
For I will hold your hand, 
Take comfort in the thought, my child, 
That I am in command. 

I made the rain, 
I made the wind, 
I made the lightning , too; 
So while we're walking hand in hand 
My peace will comfort you. 

You need not fear the storms of life, 
For surely they will come; 
But rest assured 
You'll walk secure, 
I'll guide you safely home. 

- Linda J. Stevenson