The Storm

The storm has passed; its fury spent

No more for me the punishment

Of darkened view; of helpless terror

Of knowing my time was spent in error

The storm has passed; it could not win

Though I do know that I have sin

The storm has passed; it did not break

That which it sought to unmake

Helpless in the face of its might

Living through one long night

But now, my love, I stand with you

And watch the bright new day anew

The storm has passed; it failed to shake

I could not let it dictate

Its fury did rend my tortured soul

Its claws now dragged back to hole

But now the sun does shine on earth

And once again I feel my worth

The storm has passed; failed; in defeat

And in its place there now stands peace

No place for me on gallows hill

Set down for me is life’s pure thrill

This wind of change blows pure and clear

And music I can once more hear