You remain Papa in the storm,
Abba, Daddy is your Name;
Come fire, flood, drought or death,
Father, you remain the same.
I look back on the road I travelled,
Recall the valleys, hills and winding trail;
In those moments of deep, dark despair,
It felt like my strength would surely fail.
Through the gale, I’d hear you whisper my name,
Through the tears, see your outstretched hand;
In my moments of greatest weakness,
Your greater grace I’d come to understand.
What tomorrow may bring, I’m oblivious to,
What’s around the next bend, obvious only to you;
The road, ever winding, treacherous at times,
Navigating, without the full picture in view.
But I travel securely, soundly and sane, Ever resting in this truth of which I’m sure; That You remain Papa in the storm, Abba, Daddy - my Daddy, evermore.