The Storm Gathers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sorrow dwells within my heart

And I am lost in tears;
I feel a fearsome storm of grief
Gathers strength as it nears.
 
There is no comfort that will come,
No hand can turn my fate.
The tempest will rain down on me
And drown me in its spate.
 
Yet, when the storm’s wrath has past by,
Crushing me to the ground,
Your love will lift me up again
And blessings will abound.
 
Isaiah 54:11
“Afflicted city, lashed by storms and not comforted, I will rebuild you with stones of turquoise, your foundations with lapis lazuli.