A Coming Storm

There is a vision I have seen of storm clouds up ahead
A gale to match has never been, and it sight inspires dread

There is a choice that I must make of how I will prepare
Of what precautions I will take and how much I shall dare

There is a promise I have heard that calls me to the storm
But I often doubt untested words when I haven’t seen their form

There is a part of me which screams that I will be made a fool
And that smallest portion often seems the part that wields the rule

But there is another part of me that longs to press ahead
To smother my complacency and trust in what was said

Yet, here and there I seem to find shelter from the blast
And it would surely ease my mind to hide ‘til all is past

So, undecided, here I stand and think of what to do
I want to just throw up my hands and blame it all on You

For this seems so unneeded, this superfluous test
And my prayers seem so unheeded, unanswered like the rest

So I cast up one more longing glance toward the swirling sky
And I pray You have not turned to chance, and won’t leave me here to die

Remind of all that You have shown the other times I cried
Be my strength to walk alone and I’ll see You on the other side