When gales attack with unrelenting vengeance
So that you can scarcely find a foothold to anchor shaking limbs
As icy fingers dig into the fibers of your soul
And your vision fails in the rolling fog,
Trials like moon driven tides ebb and flow
With promises of blue skies and warm breezes
Until time to hold fast again against a fresh onslaught
And build strength deep within your core,
Each crashing wave deposits confidence
from the hand of the One who steadies you
And whispers in the wind
Do not be afraid for I Am with you.
For you have chosen to take the precipice
Where suffering constructs character
Unknown to most who prefer an easier path
While missing the rewards of obedience.