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

 

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