Rolling in the skies and darkness that beckons the storm
Thick black clouds gather together into an ominous form
Gods rolls in deep thunder and clap together their hands
And who on this earth can predict their very sordid plans
These are days you run, hide and pray in mercy to abide
O shelter from the stormy blast, hold me fast;
Quick! Speedily take me neath your covering,
Hovering over me against the tempest raging
And engaging all humanity in utter calamity
With no break for mercy’s sake – we quake –
O hide me and abide with me, (do not chide)
And save me from the rage all around about
That writes itself on each page of our history;
O shelter from the stormy blast, hold me fast!
The storm came and went
With destruction in its wake
Like all storms hell-bent
The sun came shining brilliantly after the storm,
Sharp, warm rays spreading out across the sky,
And the birds are singing yet again and they fly
So freely, at liberty, and reconstruction follows
Upon the heels of destruction in nature’s flow;
Reconstruction like resurrection follows death,
And the wind blows ever gently now to endow
Earth with sweet scent of rain on grass ‘n trees,
And how else should it be? This is life writ large
In the discharge of ever-winding cycles of living
And reminds us that there are storms, to be sure,
But always the sun behind the ominous clouds,
Always light so bright to overcome the darkness;
Indeed, the sun did come shining after this storm
. . . after every storm, after each and every storm!
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