The Storm

Night fell. And a storm blew in

Setting doors and windows shaking.

I hear the noise but I sleep on;

No sense in my awaking,

For I am safe here in my room,

In the shelter of man’s making.

The storm can’t touch me here.

Within my heart, a storm blows in

And in my mind, I’m quaking.

Tense and afraid, I feel as if

My battered heart is breaking.

“Come hide in Me,” my Saviour says,

“Whenever your soul is aching;

My perfect love casts out your fear.”

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