Gathering Storm

There’s a storm on the horizon

And rain scenting the air.
The little birds head for the trees
To settle and prepare.
 
I cannot shelter in the trees
When storms threaten my day,
But I can shelter in Your grace,
Lift up my heart and pray.
 
So, let the storms gather about,
The wind, the rain, the hail,
I will not fear what is to come
For Your Love will not fail.
 
Isaiah 41:13
For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.