Amid the storms that rage with darkened might,
When shadows cloak the soul in deep despair,
And mortal strength dissolves beneath the fight,
A whispered truth ascends the heavy air:
“But God,” the heart declares through trembling breath,
A sovereign hand that parts the tempest’s roar,
A light that pierces through the veil of death,
Restoring what the broken cannot restore.
Though chaos reigns and human hopes may fade,
His mercy flows where reason finds no way,
A rock unshaken, promises unswayed,
The dawn that turns the night to endless day.
So let the world its fleeting doubts proclaim,
“But God” remains my refuge and my flame.