There's a storm on the run, It's headed our way, fierce and strong it gunna hit us hard....
Who can stand in the way of our God, our awsome God is He!
Who knows where does His help come from?
This wind over land and sea?
Hold on my child, My child my promise I give to thee, I give you shelter and love to keep you with me....
Don't look into the eye of the storm, stay firm, keep looking unto my glory and life set before all too see.
Then I will hold you safe in the hands of time from the cost of man.
Hold on to the promises, Hold on to the one who calms the storm, He alone can rush in and save us from the raging wind and sea. Whatever may hit us, storms or dismay, sickness or death, You Just Obey!
Who can stand in the way of our Lord? Our awsome God He Is.
Where does His help come from, Nor when does it go?
I say my help comes from the Lord!
I wrote this morning on the Heels of Storm Debby out in the Gulf, and taking my dad to Nuclear Medicine for a Pet Scan, Please say a prayer for healing...God bless. and thank you for reading this, feel free to make a comment...
