Storms

The rain falls,
The thunder rolls,
And the Spirit calls.

Lighting flashes,
And the winds swirl within my mind
And deep inside, my heart clashes.

To do one thing,
Yet desire another
To rid me of the sin that clings

Yet, with no storm,
And with no rain,
Not one flower could form.

Without the fight
There would be no victory.
No wind on which to soar a kite.

And so I will stay,
I will not hide,
My principles, I will not let sway.

God is my rock,
And so I will trust Him,
No matter my lot.

Storms may blow,
But in my heart
I will always know,

He is there for me.