The Storm

The Storm The cold, salt spray bit at my face, As I walked alone in the sand, And the dashing waves stoe my footprints; As they raced upon the land. The sky was dark and awesome; As ever a sky could be; And the mighty roaring tempest, Shared a wonderful song with me. It sang of an all-loving Father, Who created both it and me; And I joined that glorious chorus, I shared that song with the sea. A thunderous shout rose above me, Wild as a lion in his lair. And the lightning wrote of his glory; As the wind tore away at my hair. I praise my Great God for his Greatness; I am glad I am one of his own. If the glory of God is stupendus; What about Heaven, our home?