Psalm 55:8

I can feel a storm is brewing,

The clouds hang low and grey,

But there’s still some blue sky showing

So it won’t hit today.

I feel it prickle on my neck,

I hunker down to pray.

I’m frightened of what’s coming in,

But it won’t hit today.

I hate the ominous feeling

That trouble’s on the way;

It haunts me as I toss in bed,

It follows me by day.

The only thing that I have found

To ease my fears away

Is dropping down upon my knees

To bow my head and pray.

I ask you, not to turn the storm,

But my false fears allay

That I might face what comes with calm…

But it’s not here today.

Psalm 55:8
I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.”