The Wind is Raging
The wind is raging the waves continue to grow
The fog is a shroud, hiding sight of where I go
My boat is heaving no help seems near
The storm grows wilder my death I fear
Never before have I felt so inclined to pray
But there is no help out here, no other way
The tempest is tossing, my eyes can not see
What is ahead now or what is behind me
What is that light in the distance , that I see
Is it a lighthouse on the rock to guide me
Jesus did you hear me, send a light to guide my way
Did you hear when I asked you to help me today
“Child, I hear every word your lips share
I have just been waiting, close by, always there
Waiting to hear the love in your voice
As you look up to call to me the Angels rejoice”
“I am your lighthouse, Your Savior, your king
When you reach out to me, you will hear my angels sing”
© betty overstreet 2013