When I was younger, I was terrified of thunder storms. The flash of lightning then the loud bang of thunder that was sure to follow terrified me. Until one day God said to me that He was in control of the storm, so what what was I so afraid of? That comforted me, and now I think of thunder storms as a metaphor of God’s way of speaking to us.
Silent Storm
Silent storm,
rain on me –
wash away
my fear
and doubt.
Pour your
cleansing rain
over me.
Your rolling
thunder
a pleasant sound –
A comforting,
still, small voice.
A calming,
still, small voice.
Silent storm,
rain on me –
wash me
and make
me new.
Pour your
cleansing rain
over me.
Your rolling
thunder
a welcome sound –
It comforts
my inmost soul.
It calms
my inmost soul.
Silent storm
rain on me.
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Corinne Elizabeth Cowherd
January 25, 2012
