Abba Father,
Quite a storm, quite a storm Lord
The seas waves were violently rolling
Shoreline brave as it receives its beating
Thunderous dark clouds are hovering
Is it over yet? Safe to head for shore?
Quite a storm, quite a storm Lord
These cottage walls have moaned
The roof has swayed and buckled
Lights have fled deck surely splintered
Is it over yet? Safe to rise?
Quite a storm, quite a storm Lord
It was frightening and powerful
Tearing down and createful
Raging until it had blown its full
Is it over yet? Is it safe to go see?
Quite a storm, quite a storm Lord
But I know just beyond this darkness
In the face of its destructiveness
There is mercy in its restlessness
Is it over yet? Safe to gather evidence?
Quite a storm, quite a storm Lord
Trees are twisted some uprooted
Piers still standing some disappeared
Shoreline even appears to be shifted
Is it over yet? Safe to examine now?
Quite a storm, quite a storm Lord
Landmarks of my journey though unaltered
Present what it is but strangely untangled
The future path now seems unearthed
Is it over yet? Safe to regroup?
Quite a storm, quite a storm Lord
Yet I know there is no need for fear
No place for whining or pity tears
Eyes focused on You ears tuned to hear
It is over. Safe to move on.
d.f.a.v. 4/1/2014
Let it be,
–Donna