It was four AM,
outside the lightening flashing,
and the thunder crashing.
The rain came down first,
then the strong wind blew,
the air temperature became cooler,
now the hail begins to bounce off everything;
We are in the middle of the storm.
I was safely inside my shelter,
snuggled in my blanket cozy and warm.
I think of the terrible spiritual storms
sometimes we have storms whirling inside;
but we have a shelter, a refuge, a harbour of rest,
our Lord and Saviour provides and no matter the storms,
how hard they blow into the shelter of Jesus’s arms we can go!
~Winston Staples