Oh wretched winds how have you prevailed?
Killed 1,000’s and threw all the hail.
The silent beast opened the earth.
Swallowing up the people of worth.

The ocean waits to come out of it’s bed.
To cover all and comes for the dead.
The mountain so high and the hell within.
Waiting for the signal to blow high again.

For we are like low lifes and flies to kill.
Little bitty bugs for someone’s sick thrill.
Mother nature has a way of paying us back.
For all the destruction and care that we lack.

Oh, there are storms coming the likes you have not seen.
Oh misty dark angels that will be on the scene.
No where to run, nowhere to hide.
Better jump in the fire while you are still alive.

Oh, the storms are coming, the time is just right.
For God to come with all of his might.
Some will be ready, some die of fright.
As God’s heavenly army will turn day into night.

There’s a storm coming.
There’s a storm coming.
There’s a storm coming.
There’s a storm coming.

@ David Mark (Allen Paulson)