And the world raged around me
turned everything I knew into spray,
stung my face.
Howled into the wind howling back

But Jesus never came for me

Held up no hand to stop this storm so I held
Myself

Rocked and cried
and rocked
and cried

Held myself to the promise of sunrises uncertain
Gathered the wreckage of my being
and kept going

But Jesus never came for me