He's with me in the thunderstorm,
He's with me in the rain,
He's with me in the snowstorm,
And in the hurricane.
There's no drought that He can't end,
There's no fog that He can't lift,
I only need to call His Name
To have the peace He gives.
Through all the many storms of life,
He's always very near;
And since He's always with me,
Then what have I to fear?
©2001 J M McIntosh
But He was in the stern, asleep on a
pillow. And they awoke Him and said to
Him, "Teacher, do You not care that we
are perishing?" Then He arose and rebuked
the wind, and said to the sea, "Peace, be
still!" And the wind ceased and there was
a great calm. But He said to them, "Why
are you so fearful? How is it that you have
no faith?" (Mark 4:38-40 )
