Out of favor,
No more grace.
In agony I cry out,
The voice in the storm answers.
Look up amidst the chaos,
See the purpose - and know:
I was made for such a time as this.
Nothing is impossible because I can do all things.
The storm is the reminder that I can't,
Because the perfect creator can,
An I can do all things through Him - nothing is impossible through Him.
There is a way,
Never stop crying out.
His arms reach down,
Endless grace, favor, and love; with the Helper by my side through it all.