Clouds Overhead

The storm comes in, and the hail sweeps down;

We see the power of God all around.

High in the sky, the sun is still shining bright;

No matter if it's day or night--somewhere there's light.

Yet we still just see the dark clouds looming,

And the thunder keeps booming.

Some of us are afraid,

We think of the messes that could be made.

Just remember the light,

He takes away fright.

Everything is done with a purpose and is planned;

Even the trees that fall, and those that will stand.

Let's sit in the rain staying in the moment of now;

All else will happen--we mustn't worry how.