THE STORM

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THE STORM


The south wind blowing in the field
And I feel a change as it gets near
Could be a storm or a gentle rain
What ever it is, I’m still the same…

God is our high tower where we can run
To hide from the storm raging within
Or the storm outside with great high winds
He is our refuge on Him we can depend…

Copyright ©2005 Lois Jernigan

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

Lois’s Poems (21)

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ANOTHER SEASON 1
A BLESSING 3
AUTUMN COUNTRY HOME 3
MY FRIEND AND BROTHER 0
THE HARVEST MOON 1
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS 1
THE POTTER MOLDED THE CLAY 2
THE BEGINNING OF A NEW DAY 1
LITTLE SANDY RIVER ( True Event ) 0
VALENTINE'S DAY ( LOVE ) 0
ONE ROOM SCHOOL 0
THE SEASON 0
THE LITTLE MAIL CARRIER ( True Event) 0
LOVE ONES NEVER FORGOTTEN 0
THE STORM 0
LOOKING TO THE EAST 1
SOAR AS AN EAGLE 0
MUSIC FROM THE HEART 0
God's Coloring Book 2
LIFE'S HIGHWAY 2
THANK YOU lORD 1