The storm was drawing near. Thunder, I would here. No place to run and hide. Fear told me I would die. I stood and faced my fate. Accepting, I did wait. The wind was picking up. I braced for what would come. My heart was beating fast. A prayer, I thought my last. Confessing sins I've done. The weight of them now gone. I looked up to the sky. My God, He heard my cry. "Peace. Be still," He said. My new life I would live.