Through storms, I’ll hold my ground; steadfast I’ll be.

No quarrel shall I have with man or beast.

The smallest seed of faith grows deep in me.

I shall not move in doubt; my soul stays free.

Though tempests rage, my anchor steadies me.

No greater foe than doubt shall be released.

Through storms, I’ll hold my ground; steadfast I’ll be.

As roots take hold, they break through stone to be.

Through deserts dry, my faith shall find release.

The smallest seed of faith grows deep in me.

Each step I take, God’s mercy strengthens me.

The voice of truth declares all trials will cease.

Through storms, I’ll hold my ground; steadfast I’ll be.

The smallest seed of faith grows deep in me.