The Storm
The house is quiet a storm is coming through
Rain is
pouring down, much more than just a dew.
My loved are not yet home they all went to church
Lord
please protect them don't leave them in a lurch.
I did not go with them for I wasn't feeling well
I know
it's a poor excuse but it's the best I can tell.
Lord bring them home safely as they drive through the
rain
For if something was to happen to them I would probably go
insane.
I know you will protect them as they travel to and
fro
You know I will pray for them it's the only way I know.
Lord I hear a car out in the drive
Thanks for
bringing them home safely and alive.
Roger O'Neil © 2003