The Storm (Pantheist)

I feel the storm as it’s coming near It’s raging mad, but I do not hear And pretend that I don’t mind it at all But deep inside I’m praying, my Lord That when I’m safe and the storm has cleared I will turn around, and see You near For then I would want You by my side To help me rebuild the wreckage of my life Around me I built a wall brick by brick, And plagued by fear, I cannot sleep A madman’s laugh reminds me of my failures Now on my own, the pain cuts deep Could I finally find rest in some odd place With time as my only company?