Behold the storm; the awesome storm,
Its color black and gray;
It's power somewhat frightening
As it slowly moves my way.

Will it's mighty lightening find me
As I cower here below?
For it's striking all around me now...
I guess only God would know.

The thunder is so deafening
Much else I scarce can hear;
I feel my heart pound in my chest,
And my mind reacts with fear.

Please Lord, protect me from the storm...
Protect me from it's wrath;
Let me live to serve you
As I journey down life's path.

Lo...the storm is waning now,
It's rumbles growing dim;
But I felt the power of the Lord...
I now know the strength of Him.

The storm is gone, the air is fresh,
The birds begin to sing,
And I'm in awe of the passing storm,
And the message it did bring.