Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by. Psalm 57:1 ESV

Some days the hawk sits silently
While the thunder crashes round
And swallows swoop into the barn
Where the chickens huddle down

Tall cranes stand in the rushes
In her house the blue bird sleeps
While the chickadees are twittering
In the thickets dark and deep

But eagles fly up to their nests
When they hear their children cry
And shelter them under their wings
While the rain is passing by

Then why should you and I do less
Who know our place to fly
Up to God our refuge strong
While the storm is passing by

Rainy Days by Peter Caligiuri
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