Raging Storm

Rains crash,
Storms yell at me,
I can feel the winds whip my skirt and my hair.
Everything around me is suddenly falling apart,
I have a million reasons to look a round but,
I don't!

My gaze is set on one,
My hope is in Him,
He is my joy and my resting place.
I can hear the screams of my flesh,
Saying look there and there!
I ignore and press forward,
Looking towards the peak,
The sun I see behind the clouds peering down at me.

In the myst of the storm,
 Our gaze met and His eyes kept me going.
His hand out to me,
Thats all I see,
I feel is Him.
I run to meet Him,
He does to me!
He has set me as a warrior,
His warrior to fight for His love,
 And the freedom of all people!

Pressing forward is,
 Learning to ignore everything and focused on one.
The tornadoes turns coming closer to me,
I see hurricanes coming but,
Continue to focus on the one light,
The light I can see,
 And almost fully feeling with every step.

I am not scared,
 For my Groom has taught me the signs,
I remember.
He whispers, "Remember my teachings."
The tornado is at my side,
The hurricanes at the other,
Rain pounding and snow coming.
Death is near,
I know.

The worlds are finally aligning,
The tornadoes colliding with the Earth.
Wind against the flesh of the Earth.
Spirit colliding with my flesh!
The rain I say thanks for it is Grace,
For I am soaked in it!

The tornado takes me up,
And so does the hurricane.
I am now in God's grip,
I am not afraid of death,
 For I already see His face.
There at the top I see the son,
 And then I enter the presence.
But wait I am not dead, I am alive.

Entering God's presence is like a tornato,
Loud  and uncomterble.
Scary and soul searching,
Full of all fruits,
A feast full of dealious foods!
Keep sight on the Son,
He is at the top of everywhere,
He is everywhere!
Raging is the wonderful storm,
 Of His presence!