Dim lights,
Soothing music.
Crisp night breeze
Floating in my open window.
Thunder pounding overhead
And lightening piercing
The dark blue heavens.
I’m safe,
Safe in my home,
Safe in my Lord’s arms.
Safe from the storm,
Safe from the world.
From the hate of the world,
The suffering and pain of the world,
The people of the world.
Satan
Has more footholds in society
Than one could ever count.
Yet Christ is around every corner,
Struggling to bring souls
To the safety of God’s arms.
To safety
From the storm of the world.
I am so thankful,
To have followed Jesus,
Long ago,
To the safety of God’s arms.
Thankful that now,
Now I may bring people in from the storm,
Into this haven.
To this refuge.
I look to a candle’s light,
To a bolt of lightening.
Both focal points in a sea of dark;
Both so opposite.
The light of Christ,
Soft,
Comforting,
Welcoming.
The bolt of Satan,
Loud,
Frightening,
Treacherous.
I feel the cool breeze,
While those outside feel
The bite of the cold wind.
I hear my sweet music,
While those of the world
Hear thunderous cries of despair.
I see the light of Christ,
While those in the storm
Flee from the bolt of Satan.
Ah, to be safe,
Safe in the arms of the Lord,
Safe from the storm of the world.
Age 14