Storm clouds are on the horizon.

The fear and hate, they are arisen.

Thunder strikes, its really close now.

I hit my knees and take a bow.

Dear father, please make my path straight.

The wind is long, angry, and great.

With you what do I have to fear?

Thunder rolls, the enemy is near.

My house squeeks and begins to shake.

Dear father, please make my path straight.

Reminded of the peace I own.

For Jesus is my cornerstone.