The Storm

Prevent harm in the atmosphere of a violent disturbance in your life.

Sometimes I live in the eye of the storm Sometimes I hang out in the puddles waiting for it to pass Sometimes I seek shelter and close my eyes till mourn Sometimes I hide from the dangerous forecasts

Come close so I may shelter you till your storm clears, too Come close to share my shield when the downpours continue Come close so I may hold you and tell you what’s true Come close so I may pass the peace to ease the disturbance within you

As storms diminish, we receive our promise of rainbows and calm As storms leave destruction, we count our miracles and blessings from God As storms take a new path, I grab your hand in mine, folding palm to palm As storms write their history, we share our stories of hope and survival abroad

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