Wind whistling with the
waltzing trees, lofty whispers:
eerie to perceive.
Trees swirl in rhythmic
flair as sound of the wind’s whirl
pierce the heart and air.
How the wind has such
temper to serenade us
with woeful banter.
During storms at night,
how I lay in silent fear waiting
to see morning light.
Wild shadows outside
my window unnerves me as
wind shrieks, howls, and blows.
Nothing to do in
the darkness but to be still
and quietly rest.
It’s my decision
to trust in the Lord’s plan and his
promised provision.
Or to lament and
fret instead as I cringe with
worry on my bed.
The fierce wind, though, is
a reminder of things in
life I can’t control;
need to trust in faith
to let Jesus lead the way
and gently let go.
Becky G? Oh, That's Me! 