When the storm winds arrive,
(And they always will...),
It can be too late to prepare
For what is about to unfold.
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The shelter we seek matters.
Some rely on themselves alone
Mistaking rock for shifting sands
Easily swept away as a result.
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This is the story of our pride.
From Adam to today.
Believing the self-made myth.
Hardening our hearts & minds.
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For You made us for one another
To uplift the broken, lonely, poor.
For apart from You, we are but dust
Let me cling, seek shelter only,
In Your Arms, completely
Rooted.