Psalm 93 Poem by Frank McEleny

Troubled waters, rising tide
Shall not cause me to run and hide
I stand upon the Rock of old
In you I stand, I shall be bold

The floods have lifted up their voice
They cry aloud and make their noise
Yet you are higher than the tide
And in your presence I reside

You are clothed in majesty
And you set the captives free
To dwell with you and walk in peace
Serenity found in sweet release

And though the waves and billows rise
And lightening fractures the darkening skies
We shall not be moved, we rest in thee
For thou are greater than the sea