Praise to you, Lord!
You called me amidst
the storm.
I will worship you
in my suffering.
I will praise you
in the storm.
You sent that to make me stronger
Like a candle in the dark,
Your mercy shines brighter
under the shadow of judgement
Your love radiates
around rings of hate.
Lord, though I am shaken,
you held me tight and
made me still.
I called you, Lord!
I called you on top of my lungs.
I can barely hear you
The thunder is so loud.
I can barely see you.
Because the rain is so thick
I can barely feel you.
I am covered in numbness.
And though my senses
fail me.
My strength now lost,
my will now dying,
I still know you are there.
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