The Storm

This is a song written by the recent Holiness martyr, Nancy Davis. (The missionary who was shot by a drug cartel)

Verse 1:

When my heart was cleansed and pure,
and my choice was clear and sure;
How my soul His perfect love did fill and warm.
I cried out in happy bliss, "Lord, I want more love like this!"
So, knowing best, in tenderness, He sent the storm.



Verse 2:

Could this trial the answer be?
Lord, I wanted more of Thee.
You are all my hungry heart is longing for.
Then His voice comes sweet and clear, "Is your life Mine Own to stear?
Then trust in Me; your course will be right through the storm."



Verse 3:

Lord, I would thine eagle be, and your Glory oft' to see;
But I need upon Thy strong wings to be borne.
Sometimes it hurts too much to fly,
But I in full surrender cry,
"I'd rather be still more like Thee; I'll take the storm."



Chorus:

Let me soar upon the winds that blow against me;
Lifted high by the very storm that would destroy me.
There the sweetest peace to know, while the billows rage below;
'Til, soaring free, the storm brings me much closer to Thee.