Tis rain that beats at the door.
As fire climbs the stellar wall.
The wind howls like midnight wolves.
As fear starts creeping in my mind.
The thunder roars like 10,000 trains.
While lightning strikes the dusty plains.
The waters run like a man insane.
As the dark unsettles my brain.
I am drowning in a sea of pain.
Just then I hear my name.
As I am called I see a brocken chain.
And I give thanks His love does not wane.
No! His Love never wains....Thank the Lord. Your poetry makes sense of much nonsense in the world . Kind regards, Philip