Protect me from the tempest.

 Protect Me from the Tempest

A Reflection on Psalm 27:5 and Psalm 91:1-4

Protect me from the tempest—the storm that rages wild,

The winds of fear, the waves of doubt, the chaos of a child.

When the thunder rolls and lightning splits the sky above,

Hide me in the shelter of Your everlasting love.

For in the day of trouble He will keep me safe in His dwelling; He will hide me in the shelter of His sacred tent. (Psalm 27:5)

Be my refuge when the floodwaters rise,

When the enemy’s lies darken all my skies.

Be my fortress, my high tower, my shield,

The solid rock on which my soul is sealed.

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” (Psalm 91:1-2)

The tempest cannot touch me when I am hid in You,

For Your wings are my covering, Your faithfulness my due.

The storm may howl, the waves may crash, the wind may tear apart,

But You are the anchor of my calm, the peace within my heart.

So I will not be shaken by the fury of the gale,

For You have promised to protect me—You will never fail.

Protect me from the tempest, Lord, and keep me safe and still,

Until the storm is passed, and I rest upon Your hill.

He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge. (Psalm 91:4)

Amen.