Troubled

I've leaned on you when I've been troubled.

I'm thankful you've been there, a hand of help.

Especially when I thought there was none.

Out in a storm, the waves high, me sinking.

Where did you go? Why have you let me go?

Then I see the light on the shore and I know.

You are there guiding me across the miles.

I need not have felt the desolation.

You don't leave us in trouble, we just loose sight.

Faith is being able to see your light in the storm.