Russell G. Robison

THE STORM

I see the storm cloud forming
As I turn to face its way
Don’t care how strong its wind
For I intend to have my say

Too often we are fearful
And stand silent in its path
Our instinct is to step aside
And not to face its wrath

Although the storm grows nearer
And has come for only me
No longer do I fear the storm
For He is here with me