The Storm

I feel the storm as it’s coming near

It’s raging mad, but I do not hear

And pretend that I don’t mind it at all

But deep inside I’m praying, my Lord

That when I’m safe and the storm has cleared

I will turn around, and see You near

For then I would want You by my side

To help me rebuild the wreckage of my life

Around me I built a wall brick by brick,

And plagued by fear, I cannot sleep

A madman’s laugh reminds me of my failures

Now on my own, the pain cuts deep

Could I finally find rest in some odd place

With time as my only company?