a milky storm is the glory

a poem I wrote last month

the glory of the Lord
is a milky storm
brewing in the evening sky
in anticipation I await
a healthy fear encompasses me
for the storm will cleanse my heart
purify my spirit from evil

pour out on your servant
O great God
ratify me O Lord,
I need your approval
Only yours no one elses
provide sanction for my heart
I need a safe place
show me where
this secret place is.