In the Midst of the Storm

Through the storm of life I will go on conquering strife, the waves of physical confusion crashing against the grain of my brain trying to drive me insane, but the essence of Eternal Power that Lives within Towers over all contusions dissolving them into optical illusions, Rain drops beating against my window of pain threatening to drain my energy of hope which allows me to cope with the scope of turmoil raging against my daily strides of overcoming tides, Dark clouds hoovering in the skies reflecting in my eyes the dreariness of days to come leaving me to feel undone so I pray for the sun to shine within sorry storm the Lords my friend so He and I will always win.