This Too Shall Pass

This is a sudden storm Threatening my feeble form A rough and rapid stream Carrying with it my dream

This is a cruel quake Keeping my fears awake A ruthless reckless tremor Ripping apart my core

This is a furious fire Billowing dark despair A devastating flame Leaving embers of shame

But God will keep His own A refuge is His throne On Him I rest my oars For this, this too shall pass.

Sista Mercie