Hold tight to me, Lord; it's a stormy night.
I need to feel Your presence til the morning light.
Although the thunder crashes with lightning everywhere,
With each flash comes the promise that morning is near.
Throughout the day the sunlight removes the tears.
But in the night the blinding rain brings back the fears.
So take my hand now, Jesus; it's so dark and cold.
I need to know you're with me, I'm safe within the fold.

Hold tight to me, Lord; it's a stormy world.
There's hate and fear on every hand; Satan's darts are hurled.
Although the skeptics thunder may cause my heart to fear,
In Your word there is promise; I know that You are near.
In times of peace Your presence is always here.
But in distress Your precious will is not as clear.
So take my hand now, Jesus; it's so dark and cold.
I need to know you're with me; I'm safe within the fold.

TjT