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

In the treetop Hawk sits silently
While the thunder crashes round
And the Sparrows flit into the barn
Where the Chickens huddle down

The 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 their children cry
And shelter them with wings so strong
While raindrops start to fly

Can you and I do less than birds
Who know the place to hide
And fly to God our refuge
When the storm is passing by

The Storm is Passing by - by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2021 all rights reserved