It’s not around that I shall go
For Father is in the midst.
For veering from the dark storm cloud
Resists My Father’s kiss.

My strength in Him will anchor deep
As storms they ebb and flow.
Roots never learn their grip
But from a storm that grows.

Fear not that dark ole coming cloud
That sets the sky ablaze
Yielding strikes of lightenings glow
Or tornadic winds that race.

Turn not thy face to draweth back
For you are well equipped
For tis now time to settle scores
O’ Hell will scatter quick.

The power resting you deep within
Is waiting to be called forth
The storm you see that’s coming near
Will release His power more.

December 12, 2017