The Whirlwind

At last the whirlwind’s coming down,

I feel it in the air.
It’s tearing at the cloudy skies
And whipping through my hair.
 
What has been coming, now is here
And I feel whipped and tossed.
I’m fraying so fast that I fear
There’s a chance I’ll be lost.
 
In two days’ time it will be past
And this panic will end.
Until then I have to hold on
And just ride out the wind!
 
Nahum 1:7
The Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in him