When trouble comes knocking or sneaks through the door,
I don’t run or hide or fall to the floor.
I tell myself, “Wait. Just sit still and pray.
God is my hope. He will show me the way.”
He’s not just a whisper or breeze in the trees,
He’s my strong Rock when I’m weak in the knees.
My fortress. My safe place. My shelter. My wall.
When storms start to howl, I won’t stumble or fall.
I wait with a grin—not a worry or moan—
For I know I will never be left all alone.
So come what may, let the world shake and spin,
I’m steady and strong—for I rest deep in him.
