A storm was raging,
all around.
The winds blew so hard,
they blew me down.
I opened my eyes,
I could not see.
Fog was everywhere,
all around me.
I was lost, stumbling about.
God I needed, so I cried out.
Jesus came, swift and stout.
He rescued me and pulled me out.
Lifted me up, set me free,
Now I live..in victory!
(2002)
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