Verse 1
The storm-tossed sea, the breaking wave,
A world in chaos, naught can save.
The winds of doubt begin to roar,
And crash against my fragile door.
My strength gives out, my grip turns slack,
A heavy burden on my back.
Chorus
But I know a place, a fortress strong,
Where I belong, where I belong.
A secret shelter, carved in grace,
A holy, quiet, hidden space.
I do not fight, I do not strive,
But in His shadow, I survive.
Verse 2 (solo)
I find my refuge, close and deep,
While restless worries fall to sleep.
The world may rage, and trouble call,
But in Christ's heart, I stand up tall.
For in His wounds, my soul is hid,
On His sure promise, my life is bid.