When our hands are weary
He is our strength.
When fear overtakes us
He will give us courage.
When we experience a collision of circumstances
He will prove himself as all sufficient
When we are torn He mends.
When we are lost He finds.
When we are despairing
When we are silent
When we are wounded
When we are without a chance
It is then that He assumes His stance
When we tremble under the weight
He’s the master of our fate.
If only we would embrace all that He is today.
Every doubt and fear that disturbs our nights and consumes our days
Would crumble under His prodigious glory
Because He is exactly who He is:
The inconceivable, tumultuous, relentless God of the storm.