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?
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