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.