He caused the storm to cease,
As he took control of my strife,
He gave me this peace,
And then He gave me this life.
He opened my heart,
To what before wasn't seen,
He gave me a new start,
And a shoulder on which to lean.
He showed me the truth,
Beyond this world full of lies,
I became the tree and Him the root,
To produce a fruit that never dies.
Even though the storms may come again,
The rain will settle and thru the roots help me grow,
There is no need to be scared of where I have been,
For he will be there and this I know.
And as His blessings shine down,
Upon my once brittle and broken leaves,
Beautiful new colors will come abound,
That will leave me humbled upon my knees.
His words are the everquenching food,
On which I will scout and prey,
For the truth I can no longer elude,
God.. You are the only way!