IN THIS STORM

Father, I sit and listen as outside the storm rages

I listen not at the storm as would others 

For in it I hear You, I hear You speak of Your love for me 

I sit in all this splendor and beauty, I hear the power of the storm 

The rain beats down and each drop seems to say

Can you not see how great I am, the love I have for you

In the storm I feel His might, and catch a glimpse of His heart

Oh, a God that created such a place, a place such as this

A God whose might rages forth in this storm
The rain pounds down, the wind blows through the trees

In my soul I feel the greatness of it all. 

And as the waves break on the shore so does His love on my heart 

This storm rages on outside, but in me too does it rage

And in my soul I wonder, how can I survive this might of His 

 A God whose rage is such, but also whose love is just as great

A place such as  this and I this storm its Him I see 

I ask of Him, your majesty, your mystery, sow to me

When all along it was there to see, in this beauty He has brought me to

But it took such a place as this and in this storm for me to see

 But see I do, His Majesty, His Mystery, His love for me

The beauty all around, the storm rages on 

But oh, my soul is quietly senses the peace within

I hear it howl outside as the wind blows the trees and the sea

Bit in my heart I know it is only God speaking to me

My majesty, my mystery don't you see

And in this storm I do, His love, His power I see

Poem by Henry King