I feel the storm clouds rising. The sky has darkened, the clouds look gray, and the birds in the sky seem to race.
For safety
For cover
Frighten by the energy that causes a deep clutter.
I the bird will run for my shelter under the mighty wings of the Angel sent by God. I will be humble to the power of the storm. I will ride the winds that chase the rain and release the hurts in my life that causes so much pain.
I will bow down to my Creator and Praise Him like
the trees that bow from the rain and winds . . . . that blows
away all of my sins and cleanses my soul daily.
I love you Lord . . . My protector, my Savior, my cover and my intercessor.
Vee
