The great Conductor lifted His baton
and silence invaded the land.
The symphony started with a thunderous roll,
winds entered at His command.
Heavy laden clouds swiftly moved into place,
causing rivulets to add their song.
As each instrument yielded to the Master's touch
the melody played all night long.
My Lord, the Conductor, has control of each storm;
He will allow nothing to cause me real harm,
and He gives me the comfort of His marvelous grace,
while I listen to the music of the storm.
~Amy Woolf Garner~