Through the Storm

The skies filled,
With dark clouds,
The waves became,
As dark as midnight's shroud,
In a tiny beaten boat,
My soul cries out,
For God to show me a sign,
To shine a light through these ominous clouds,
But no light came,
My soul remains in discourse,
And I realized that God,
Wanted me on this course,
So through the storm,
I shall stay,
Because I know that God,
Shall sail my boat the right way..