In the howling of the storm it is the voice of God that whispers,

A still small voice

Be at peace. I am here.

In the raging of the tempest

His hand stills the waves

In the violence of the whirlwind

He stands at the centre

 We are tossed and torn on the currents

Tumbling around in whirlpools

Bumping over the rapids

Plummeting down the waterfalls

But finally, we come to still waters

Finally, the winds fall

Finally, we stand in His presence

And know the peace that passes all understanding.