Praying Ahead

I have smelled death,
For two whole days,
My fear is loud and real.

This scent is stuck in my head.

With imminent storms predicted,
Tornados, hail, and rain,
I meditate and pray.

Before I rest my sleepy head.

Lord keep us safe under your wing,
All through this dark night,
May we wake with the sun.

And enjoy the tomorrow ahead.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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