When the winds howl fierce and the skies turn black,
And peace feels lost, too far to track,
When hearts are heavy, and hope seems thin,
The Savior whispers, “Let Me in.”
Turmoil shakes the ground we know,
And tears fall like winter snow.
But even in the darkest night,
His love remains, a guiding light.
The cross was born of deepest pain,
Yet through its loss, eternal gain.
From brokenness, redemption came—
A bloom of grace in Jesus’ name.
He does not promise skies always clear,
But walks beside us through each fear.
And when we stumble, when we cry,
He lifts us up, our El Shaddai.
So let the trials come and go,
Let rivers rise and tempests blow.
For in the ashes, life will grow—
A garden only God could sow.
