The wind was whistling, the rain beating down with great force upon them, the sky dark. Roy shouted through the storm, "Alicia, we're all going to die! The end is near!" she shouted back, "I tell you are not going to die! The end is not near! God is with us, the God of miracles!" "Alicia it'llbe a miracle if we ever get through of this." "Okay, Roy, expect a miracle-let's make miracles happen!" They clung desperately to the swaying branches/ The storm rose in intensity. Then Alicia began to sing, sending her confident voice out against that hurricane:
"Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearest waters roll
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, o my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last
Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, O leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me."
The storm was over.
"Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearest waters roll
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, o my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last
Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, O leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me."
The storm was over.
