Bored Nobody on Nostr: Storm clouds are on the horizon. The fear and hate, they are arisen. Thunder strikes, ...

Storm clouds are on the horizon.
The fear and hate, they are arisen.
Thunder strikes, its really close now.
I hit my knees and take a bow.
Dear father, please make my path straight.
The wind is long, angry, and great.
With you what do I have to fear?
Thunder rolls, the enemy is near.
My house squeeks and begins to shake.
Dear father, please make my path straight.
Reminded of the peace I own.
For Jesus is my cornerstone.