Calm With Jesus
By June Stein
Like the sun bursting forth,
On a day that’s stone grey,
Like water in a parched, weary land,
Like a breath of fresh air,
When the lungs strain and wheeze,
That’s my Jesus with me, hand in hand.
When He’s holding my hand,
I can walk mid the fray,
Of whatever this life sends my way,
In the midst of the storm,
There is calm with my Lord,
That no person, or nothing can sway.