Jesus, The Son
By Dr Marilyn Bouniu
The fiercest storm
I see You calm
The strongest wind
Does not come in
The blazing sun
Does not harm
Jesus, the Son
Is within arm
The troubles pile
Yet You win in style
To walk a mile
Takes only awhile
The greatest battle
You have indeed won
Our sin debt settled
In Jesus, the Son
There is nothing
You cannot do
I am in awe
Of what You do
