The storm isn’t over,
it’s just waiting for a new day.
It’ll come back to shower me,
in its bitter cold embrace.
The thunder will crack,
and the lightning will rage around me.
The wind will howl and burn my skin,
as it rips apart the fragile life that’s in its way.
Darkness would consume my soul,
if I didn’t have Him.
With God warming my heart,
I’ll dance in the rain,
to the tune of the thunder,
under the flares of the lightning.
The wind will strengthen my stance,
and carry me where I need to go.
With Him, the darkness is controlled,
and the storm is a ladder,
leading me closer to Home.