This poem is for my friend who has helped me through my lowest of lows.....
The sky darkens, the clouds block out the sun
The wind starts to blow and the child starts to run
The beach is desolate,
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to turn
The sea becomes a churn
Scared, the child begins to cry
All he needs is a place which is dry
A figure approaches from beyond yonder
The child looks up to him in wonder
His face has God's grace in it,
With his smile the entire beach is lit,
His words are wise and hug is warm
He is the shelter in the storm
When in doubt
When in fear
When you need someone near
When nothing seems clear
When you need someone to wipe that tear
When your heart is torn
He is the shelter in the storm
The child fumbles for a single word
The gratitude in his heart may never be heard
But he would not have seen the morn
Had there not been
The shelter in the storm
