The Storms of This Life Watching the distant clouds building and growing forevermore The harsh wind begins rushing thru the leaves with the branches bending to and fro In the attempts to not give in again I'm standing firm on all that I know And extending out my hand reaching beyond the heavens above Grasping for His strength to hold on, along with the endurance to make it thru Praying that the ground beneath me will not erode nor engulf all that I love