Psalm 18

I often cannot really see
The way that God’s at work for me,
He hides His footprints in the sea
Though He has heard my desperate plea.

The clouds conceal His mighty way,
The mountains shake and run away,
The storms obscure His voice today
When He has heard His servant pray.

But though I cannot see His light
I know He’ll do whatever’s right,
So I will live as in His sight
And love the Lord, my soul’s delight.

Christina Joy Hommes