The quiet storm retreats within
to separate from the season, she's in
the quiet storm awaits her timing,
not to destruct but to be calming.
Just like rain, soft and pure
It masks the danger and yet can be more
Yes, the quiet storm awaits its awakening
The silent voice must not be mistaken.
Forget those who are in the so call high places
She knows God is looking in uncommon empty spaces
Spaces that lack confidence and bears unworthiness
Yet, God will use the quiet storm
Even through her blindness.
He's looking past the blindness because of His Grace
Nevertheless, the quiet storm sometimes,
Don't want to be in this race.
Even in the midst of her soundless voice
She wants to be heard, not looked over like a……novice
Oh yes, the quiet storm awaits the courage to overcome fear,
But God will stand her up and hold her near.
The stillness of a storm takes strength not to move
the strength she has not yet has to improve
Be still, says the Lord!
You will be heard through me,
I Am Who I Am, and I bring tranquility.
But when nightfall comes
The quiet storm had to trust through the absence of light
She lays, eyes wide
hoping her dreams bring foresight,
Instead, the quiet storm now peeks through the night light,
Want to scream and to fight.
Instead, tears silently fall from sorrow
tossing and turning, wondering about tomorrow,
tears continue to flow like raindrops, puddles form
pondering if life is going to return to a norm.
She waits through the darkness without a sound
like the wind trying to get off the ground
oh, how vulnerable she is today
calling on God to blow life her way
A voice whispers
There will be a null in your norm
I Am Who I Am quiet storm,
My Grace is sufficient for you
promised to carry you through
You are my perfect storm
transforming and making new.
I Am Who I Am quiet storm
And I made you,
Don't fret about how you feel
Trust me, and I will wipe away
Your raindrop tears.
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