the Storms . . .

The Storms








give me the Storms
it’s rage, it’s calm
may i become
as the pliant Palm

may i embrace
the palette of life
the joys, the bliss
the anguish, the strife

may i always hear
your voice in the thunder
as i cast my cares
in the Sea of Asunder

as the Flower does not hide
from what must just be
teach me My Father
to also see

let the rain pour down
and wash my Soul
that i may let go
of the dark that i hold

may thy lightening come
and thus i awake
and embrace your Light Father
in life’s Storms wake

may i always accept You
without any fear
and know that through storms Father
you still hold me dear

so let the Storms come
let them commence
that i may be moved
from my private fence









© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.