The Storm

The thickest black I ever touched was near 2:30 AM, September 13, 2008. The violent wind of Hurricane Ike captured Galveston and raged inland to our house, forty some miles from the coast. 

From the bedroom window, I was unable to see my fingers dangle before my eyes.

"Lord, keep me safe till the storm passes by," I prayed. The shaky prayer poked a hole in the darkness, and a pole of light forged through, piercing the howl of the wind. I fell asleep.

Do you have a fury-storm in your life?

In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face

While the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place

Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry

Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more

Till the clouds roll forever from the sky

Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy Hand

Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

Mosie Lister