Storm Brewin' poem

[Hurts Like Paradise]

Maybe my luck is running out

 

I see a storm brewin’ outside

 

I am always running away

 

Please sound the alarm

 

I need to be calm

 

 

 

God is always good

 

Oh, one day, I’ll stand in His presence

 

A storm is brewin’ outside

 

Will I be ready that spectacular day?

 

 

 

Your faith is stronger than mine

 

Mine is a murky clay

 

Yours is the sweetest of wine

 

I clump together

 

The grapes in yours taste better

 

 

 

The storm reminds me I don’t have all the pieces as one

 

I am an eternal being

 

I always will be

 

Sometimes I want to cave in

 

Because of the way I have behaved

 

 

 

I love being an eternal being

 

But there is a storm brewin’ outside

 

Should I take cover?

 

Or completely surrender?

 

 

 

The tornado may spin

 

Tornado Valley is in my point of view

 

The hurricane may coming crashing in

 

This hurricane’s time is due

 

 

 

Can I stand in His presence?

 

I try living a good life

 

But what really matters is Who you know

 

Will this storm of love sweep me away?

 

Or will I be left behind in the destruction of the day?

 

© Carly Wiggins 2016

 

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