By Michael W. Raley
As black storm clouds roll across the sky,
A foreboding sense of doom and dread
Creep into my spirit.
The thunder crackles like cannon fire
And the lightning lights up the sky
Like the afternoon sun.
The rain pours down trouble on all sides
And the ground becomes overwhelmed
With the sudden flash flooding,
I seek out the higher ground-
The Rock that is higher than I.
The Lord, my shelter, will guard me
In the day of trouble.
When terrors overwhelm me,
When life’s pressures become too much,
I find refuge in the Lord,
The Lord God Almighty
Who can turn the day of trouble
Into a night of joy and dancing.
The storms will come
And the storms will pass,
But the Lord remains forever.
Triumphant In Christ 