My refuge in the storm of life
Her walls trying to crumple and fall
While winds whip and beat at her
They still hold by the power of God

Weight placed upon her massive structure
Bends and moans with each gust
Fear never gathers strength
While she stands upon solid ground

Many tempest come and go
Each placing a firm blow to her armor
Years of strife have never tore her core
As the sands and times of life beat at her

Lifting her higher and casting her glow
Upon seas of the troubled and storm filled waters of life
My Port In The Storm gathers her
Kindred spirits and places them on solid ground
To face again another storm of life
©Tobie Haga Roy