The grey skies are kinda surreal this morning
the silence and peace it brings through the gusty winds
the smell of it, cold and light to the nose
somewhat fresher or could've been a forgotten scent
a breather before the storm
how I miss those.
in the stillness of all these
I find You.
I will brace myself for the storm ahead.
Hold my hand, guide me. Gently.
I will tread by Your side
You will defend me
my fortress, my shelter
my comforter,
my friend.
Cover me with Your love,
Secure me with Your steadfast hands,
Fill me with Your peace.
In the midst of the storm,
through the winds and the wave,
You'll still be faithful.
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