The Storm

As I looked across the prairie and watched the growing storm. You could almost picture God's anger, and the strength of His mighty arm. You could feel the tension building as the air becomes so electrified. The stillness in the air as I stand here with fear I could not hide. From beautiful blue skies to total darkness in the twinkling of an eye. The raw and awesome power as he exhales yet another sigh. From a whirlwind stirring up the loose debris along the canyon floor. To the torrential rain that fell in sheets as I stood behind closed doors. You cannot grasp the power of God that He has at His command. Or the love He has to give to those if they truly understand. He can still the winds with just a word or let destruction reign. We must follow in His path and not the ways of Cain. The Lord Is my Shepherd are the words that soothe my very soul. And being received into Heaven is truly my ultimate goal. After a storm has come and gone, the air is cleansed and pure. Like the cleansing of our soul if we accept our Savior as the cure. Life is always full of storms as we journey down its path. Trust the Lord and fear the Lord and know the power of our Fathers mighty wrath.