By Tyrell L. Samuels
I see a storm approaching
I see a storm approaching
don't know when I'm coming out
This wasn't taught in Sunday School
All signs of life are gone and nonexistent
we enter realms never before visited
All our hopes had turned to dust
and all was left
our unfiltered lusts
Time zones had ceased and gone away
kaleidoscope colors frenzied my way
and darkness so bright
Had shone the day
Oh that the light of Christ would guide me through
these truest storms that plague my view
Joy is not beyond the farthest fright
so I must steer by faith and blind my sight.