Facing The Storms

The waves dilate as darkened clouds expand.
A woeful soul observes the nearing storm.
He sees the gloomy sky extend its hand
And feels the cresting waves toward him swarm.
What hope is there beyond what he can see
When he is near the arms of waiting death?
With trembling lips, he cries an urgent plea
And begs Jehovah God to spare his breath.
His sobs accompany his teary eyes;
He falls and bends on wobbly knees to pray.
He stares with anguished eyes toward the skies
And gains the strength he needs to find his way.
 When mounting storms assail your precious hope,
 Beseech the One who grants the strength to cope.