What comes next, after the storm?
Is it a time to mourn and pull up fronts?
Or a time to look back and say: "it made strong?"
It's never easy to say what we feel,
But deep down, we know how it is;
The storm had waged hard against our boat.

We dare to give up the struggle without a bout
Fears grew to excuses
And the excuses inscribed on our heart like tattoos.
But we sailed,
We experienced,
And it made us understand the storm better.

Hey, though the storm may rage
And attempt to sway you away
It may rock against your boat and make a tearful sail,
In this be confident;
That the Lord of the waves,
In your boat He's in
And the storms has no choice, but to be still.
But after the storm will you see to it;
That He brought you out to win,
To stand out and be far different,
Different from all that had a peaceful sail?

What really comes next after the storm?
I'll say strength, courage, faith and the ability to survive any odd.