I step out on faith, and I feel the whirlwind.
The gusts attempt to break my tired feet.
My anger tempts me to turn and not to bend,
But my heart says not to give in to the defeat.
I walk on not knowing where this will go;
This storm rages all around my weary head.
My sin tempts me to rebel so You will not know,
But my heart says to remember what You have said.
I run into Your loving arms, still fearing all Your wrath;
The rains are pouring down now on top of me.
My fears tempt me to put on this shiny mask,
But my heart says to uncover and allow You to see.
I stand in the great shadow of Your grace;
These clouds are cleansing from within me now.
My heart tempts me to hide my prideful face,
But my heart says to You only will I bow.
Penned – MG – 8/1/99