You are Peace amid my storms,
sheltering arms in which to hide. (x2)
Raging fears that crash and roar,
hammer on me, bruised and sore;
flooding round me, dark and cold –
without You, I’ll lose my hold…
You are Peace amid my storms,
sheltering arms in which to hide. (x2)
Weak and weary, still I strive
fighting the fears that claw my mind.
Gently, softly… deep within,
Your voice is calling to me again…
“I’m your Peace amid life’s storms,
sheltering arms in which to hide.” (x2)
— Christine Rigden