Christian
Upon the storms of human seas Amidst the winds and rain There comes a gentle stirring quiet To ease the lonely pain Some might say it’s Jesus’ voice And others call it God How grateful are those peaceful times When I meet my Lord And in those times of silent grief Where no one understands I sit alone with creaking bones And rest upon His Arms Searching o’er the hills some days A friendly face to find Yet strangely when alone and still I seek and Him I find And in the night when darkness comes With tears of years gone by He comes and sits with staff in hand Til morning glides the sky