THE STORM
The south wind blowing in the field
And I feel a change as it gets near
Could be a storm or a gentle rain
What ever it is, I’m still the same…
God is our high tower where we can run
To hide from the storm raging within
Or the storm outside with great high winds
He is our refuge on Him we can depend…
Copyright ©2005 Lois Jernigan
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