Beneath the Storm

The world remained in dusky light
Even beneath noon’s sky.
The air rumbled, grumbling in wrath
That the earth can’t deny.
 
Were I a child without the Lord,
I might have wept in fear,
But, since my God calls forth the storms,
I trust He, too, is near.
 
Thus, I can lay me down and rest
Beneath the angry sky,
And sleep without fear as the storm
Slowly rumbles on by.