In the Tempest - Reposted

When the tempest thunders fiercely

And chaos follows me,
I turn to seek that sacred haven
Where I’m loved perfectly.
I turn my eyes to find the light
That burns within the storm,
Where, even in the grimmest spate,
His love keeps me from harm.
He is my eternal shelter,
The strength in which I bide.
I no longer fear the tempest
When I stand by his side.
 
Psalm 55:8
I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.”