Be still, it is I

I am in a need of a sign,
That God still reign,
I am desparate pressed into a corner
I am ready at any time to give him honour,
I have been helpless before
Stood in front of a closed door
Hemmed in, no where to escape
Hoping this is just a scene on a video tape
But no, life knocks on your door
I am weak, alone, poor
What happens next will propel a shout
Removing every doubt
Jesus calms the storm that I should not die
He says: Be carm, it is I