The Storm Was Coming

 

I watched the clouds turn dark and grim,
The air heavy and thick.
I knew a storm was rolling in,
And it was coming quick.
 
I saw it forming, felt the wind
Grow more fierce in its pace,
And watched the trees twisting in fear
With no hope they’d find grace.
 
Though I am limited in sight,
I still felt my fear rise
Watching that storm draw ever near,
Drowning my fearful cries.  
 
He, too, knew what was drawing nigh
The storm’s wrath He would face.
Yet He stood strong, watching it come,
That we might live in grace.
 
Even knowing what lay ahead,
The brutal sacrifice,
That debt we owed had to be paid.
He stayed to pay that price.
 
Matthew 26:1-2
When Jesus had finished all these sayings, he said to his disciples, “You know that after two days the Passover is coming, and the Son of Man will be delivered up to be crucified.”