The Storm                                                                                                                                                     

                                                                                  By Jill MacLeod

 

I was strolling in the mountains on a lovely summers day

And I felt the very best in life had so far come my way

I had not a care at all in mind as I rested by a brook

Lying there with upturned face in a shady little nook.

 

But suddenly I saw the clouds and I knew a storm was near

As I had wandered far from home my heart began to fear

So I started down the mountainside in an effort to get back

When the storm it broke with such a force I could not see the track.

 So I huddled up beside a bush on that rocky mountain slope

And I looked around for anything, that would give me hope

Then in a rock I saw a cleft, quite sheltered on each side

And I fought my way along to see if I could safely hide.

 

Thus sheltered in the rock I watched the storm in anger vent

It’s rage upon the mountainside; on destruction it was bent

And I nestled even closer for my rock could not be moved

And as I clung to it that day an awesome truth was proved.

For often in my life I find a sudden storm will break

Just when I'm least expecting it, another step I cannot take

But there’s a Rock where I can hide; it’s cleft was made for me