~ The Raging Storm ~

The lightning flashes
The thunder claps
The wind doth blow
The storm rages past.

The tall trees bend down
To kiss the sweet ground
The shutters they shiver
The eaves how they quiver.

The rafters they creak
The steps how they squeak
The roof seems to sag
The wind blows the flag.

The clouds, oh so dark
The dog, how he barks
The house seems to moan
And I feel so alone.

But then I remember, my friend
Who is here to the end
His name is called Jesus
And He will always be with us.

Sandy Edwards © 2006