When well-laid plans have gone awry
With storm clouds forming in you sky,
When minds are screaming in despair
And souls are searching deep in prayer
For sweet release from worldly care,
I trust Your promise to be there.
I reach with supplicating palms
And sense Your gently healing balm,
I bow my head, a humble motion
Of praise to Thee for such devotion
And raise my eyes with gladdened face
For another gift, Your gift of grace.