Fear not the whirlwind
that shall carry thee hence,
Nor wait for its onslought
In breathless suspense,
Nor shrink from the whips
Of the terrible hail,
But pass through the edge
To the heart of the tale,
For there is a shelter,
Sunlighted and warm,
And Faith sees her God
Through the eye of the storm.

The passionate tempest
With rush and wild roar
And threatenings of evil
May beat on the shore,
The waves may be mountains,
The fields battle plains,
Yet, the soul, stayed on God,
May sing bravely its psalm,
For the heart of the storm
Is the center of calm.

Let hope be not quenched
In the blackness of night,
Though the cyclone awhile
May have blotted the light,
For behind the great darkness
The stars ever shine,
And the light of God's heaven's,
His love shall make thine,
Let no gloom dim thine eyes,
But lift them up on high
To the face of thy God
And the blue of His sky.

The storm is thy shelter
From danger and sin,
And God Himself
Takes thee for safty within;
The tempest with Him
Passeth into deep calm,
And the roar of the winds
Is the sound of a psalm.
Be glad and serene
When the tempest clouds form;
God smiles on His child
In the eye of the storm

Author Unknown  

I cannot know
why suddenly the storm
should rage so fiercely
round me in it's wrath;
But this I know -
God watches all my path,

And I can trust.

I may not draw aside
the mystic veil
that hides the unknown
future from my sight,
Nor know if for me
waits the dark or light,

But I can trust.

I have no power
to look across the tide,
to see while here
the land beyond the river;
But this I know -
I shall be God's forever;

So I can trust.

Author Unknown  

God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
   Therefore will not we fear,
though the earth be removed,
and though the mountains be carried
into the midst of the sea;
(Psalms 46:1-2)