A broken dream,
the shattering of a life,
who can fix the broken pieces?
God, master of peace
give me release,
heal the hurt and make it cease.
Within the eye of the storm
my sails are torn,
you are the anchor of my soul
as the wind blows
give me rest as it slows.
My pockets are empty
bills are due,
"God", you will come through.
Troubles surround,
hurricane winds,
shelter me from its force
you are my source.
There is no doubt
I am the apple of your eye
and I am not to question "Why"? |