Safe in the Storm

Pattering drops, they wet my face
And soon there's nothing dry.
It's warm at first, but not for long;
The wind screams battle cries.

Fighting fear, I become brave,
I try to brace for coming blows.
Alone there is no chance to stand-
Who am I to face such foes?

I know the storm is coming, yes,
Bearing down with might,
Roaring, beating, tearing down,
Destroying all in sight...

Yet

Not all, for in the cleft
A sure protection lies.
Not one he holds will be bereft,
Though stormy gales do
Threaten to
Make firm foundations fall.
What He upholds will not be shaken.