As I set out the door I see the clouds becoming very thick, in my mind many thoughts of my problems and trobles come just that quick.
As I go along my way darkness begins to cover my space and taking over every place, I begin to put my thoughts in order to see what is the next steps to take to get rid of some weight.
The thunder comes, the lightning starts to skrike, within my mind things become deep, dark, and heavy, full of strife, is this all left in my life.
A drop of rain hits my flesh and I say to myself to find shelter is best, with all this mess I know my mind needs a rest.
Just as fast as it started its about to stop, then I remembered not to be down but look to the mountain top.
As I looked up I see the clouds moving away , the light taking over the day from the sun, I think for a moment and recall to give my stress to the begotten son.
Stroms come and go about their way, but grace is new every morning of each day, now I will dwell on the words that the Word say.
Stroms will come turning days to nite, but joy comes with the morning light, right.