​storms by Taylor Armstrong Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The wood in the fire to keep me warm
The needle in a compass pointing north
The beauty of the sea from the shores
Jesus, You are my peace in the storm

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
The hands that held me close when I was born
The chirping of the birds in the early morn'
The evenings in the summer on the porch
Jesus, You are my peace in the storm

[Chorus]
Mm, mm
Ooh, ooh
Ah-ah-ah, ah
Mm-mm-mm
Oh-da-da-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh-oh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
Oh-oh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Mm-mm