Reaching High.

I stare at this page,
Wondering what it is I should say.

But I can't think of where to start.

This time that I'm in,

Seems like the place to begin-
If only the words would flow.

These feelings inside, I just can't hide.

So I keep them bottled away,

So that they stay out of sight.

The rains pouring in, in with the sound of the wind.

This storm is something I can't control.
It's got me down on my knees,

So that I'm sinking in deep,

At the sound of Your name.

I'm reaching above;

To the one with love.

For the strength that I need to be free.

He's the eye of the storm;

The maker of life,

Who has saved us all.

I place my hands in his,

To be saved from this-

The pain of the storm.