I was happy to live
in our new house on the hill.
In days of sunshine
When all was still.

Then there was the night
When the angry winds came.
Blowing out our power
Like a small candle’s flame.

My fears grew large:
The wind was out of control!
I felt small and helpless:
Caught in a whale’s blowhole.

Swirling around our house
Fierce winds blew!
Shaking our windows
My fears just grew.

Needless to say,
I survived that night.
A calm morning came
And melted my fright.

Thoughts flooded my mind:
What about the next time?
Would the winds be worse
Throwing my life out of rhyme?

The Bible speaks
Of the wind as it blows
Where it wants.
Can its source be known?

It also talks about how
God is here; just be still.
That comforted me
In my house on the hill.

Now I smile every time
When the wind blows a lot.
God, Creator, Sustainer
Controls all, does He not?

There is no place I can run
and nowhere I can hide.
Now I rest safe in His arms.
It is there I abide.

So whenever fierce winds
In life are blowing around
Reach out to your Father.
There safety abounds.