R5966-297 Poem: When The Storms

::R5966 : page 297::

“When the storms of life are raging,
Tempests wild on sea and land,
I will seek a place of refuge
In the shadow of God’s hand.

“So, when here the cross I’m bearing,
Meeting storms and billows wild,
Jesus for my soul is caring:
Naught can harm His Father’s child.”