In the Mist of My Storm
In the mist of my storm
when life is throwing it's
hardest blows.
Nobody know the pain in
my heart, and at times
times I feel like I'm falling
apart.
My life is filled with rainy days,
and on my knees has become
my permanent place, because
without God each day I could not
face.
In the mist of my storms God has
kept me in his arms holding
me close keeping my safe from
harm.
In the mist of the storm though
trouble surrounds me; in him
I remain in safety.
Copyright © Dana Redricks | Year Posted 2014
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