Prevailing deserted storms

Almost as easy as running a marathon
Or getting out of school
You can’t get away and
You can’t hide from it

Is it worth it to run?
To escape the derailment
Can we overcome?
Or just hope it passes us by

I live for expectancy, waiting on God
What if He really came?
Where would we be?
And would we be ready

Stormy weather throughout history
Speaks of a chosen nation
King of Judah, King of Zion
King of kings, King of me

You go from desert to oasis
And back again
You wanna know why?
Ask, if you get there

Can a small candle survive a storm?
Alone cold and wet
No one to hold onto
No one to grab

Realistically, no
With God, yes
Anything is possible
All we need is faith

Keeping your emotions intact
Developing a keen sense of purpose
Determined we press on
Towards the gates of the Glorious Kingdom

Lift your eyes
For the end of the beginning
Pull up your socks
For the then becomes the now

So will you be ready?
When all hurt and pain ceases to exist
God will save the day, and all will say
The perfection has arrived