Coming Of The Storm

From sunshine to the shadows
To reap the cool of the day
I'm crossing over weeping green meadows
Seeking a refuge along my way

My flesh burns red touched by secular flame
Scorching me down to my inner-being
That promps my soul for falling rain
To douse these thoughts of disbelieving

Suddenly a shower of eviction beseiged my soul
And lightning flashed my past before me
Then turbulence rained on my life to unfold
The violent winds corrupting my path to eternity

With heart-beat like thunder,my eyes blinded by wind
I prayed to God for shelter from clouds that storms
Then He purged my heart by deliverance from sin
And now my soul lies sheltered in His loving arms

I can see clearly now the storm has gone
To journey deep dark valleys to that mountain peak
Where I can look up to heaven and see my new home
Higher than where storm clouds can reach.

By Charles A. Cowan
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