My heart cries out to thee
In deepest agony;
The torment in my soul Like stormy waters roll.

Lord, more I cannot stand,
Reach forth your gentle hand,
So powerful to save,
And calm each angry wave.

No answer can I see
For the trials facing me.
Bid all the turmoil cease
And fill me with your peace.

I know it's not your will
To have me wrestle still
With problems that my soul
Knows I cannot control.

So unto you I bring
The weight of everything.
I've proved you in the past,
Your arm will hold me fast.

Surround me with your care,
My every burden bear.
Then shall my soul be blessed
As in Your peace I rest.

Honoria A. Groves