Till the storm passes over
Till the thunder sounds no more
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky
Hold me fast, let me stand
In the hollow of thy hand
Keep me safe till the storm passes by
This is a tiny fall decoration I put out every year. It is two little mice seeking shelter from a storm under a fall leaf. One of the mice is clutching his tail in fear as big water drops weigh the leaf down. But his companion comforts him. We, also, have a companion and comforter in the storms of life.
"When the storm is over, there's nothing left of the wicked; good people, firm on their rock foundation, aren't even fazed." Proverbs 10:25