Storm


She laughs in the face of tribulation
Scoffs at the raging storm
She stands proud, her head held high
Securely held on the solid rock
She will not waver at the winds of time
Sink in doubt's dark waves
She is guarded by the King of kings
Shouting loud his victory cry
She is battered, bruised and beaten but
Stands ready for the judgement day

Death

I want to meet him. Death.  The one who has taken  everything from me to keep.  We must be similar if we  love all of the same things.