Thundering

I awoke this morning
As I do every morning
A routine that's been with me since the beginning of learning to live and breathe

But today is different, somehow someway
I feel it in my soul down to my bones
I mean everything still looks the same
When staring into the outside

I hear thundering...
Or is it just me
I can feel it all the way down to the soles of my feet
As my soul begins to dig deeper root
Somethings headed my way
There's a breeze, it's a little more stronger than before
Sweeping it's way in, I can see the underside of leaves from the trees

Then suddenly church bells ring
I look at the time on my phone while writing this

Is every soul in?..

Is every soul in?.

Services are about to begin

As far as I can see from my bedroom window
Down the alley my eyes witnessing
Something that I've never seen before
In all the years of living here

A steeple high above

To me represents a pillar of faith, monument of salvation
Holds everything in that which I believe in Stretching as high above my ceiling, scraping
Beneath the feet of Myriads as they themselves are watching

He's a mighty crag that springs forth living waters
His Son replenishes my spirit and soul
Freeing me from the ropes of death that encircle me
Providing strength and courage
And from where I stand among my own temple dwelling, pleading...

Rescue me from the black hand that's been dealt
Choking the living life out from me

I knew I heard thundering
Your storms make my soul dig deeper root From way out of the deep depths of my valley
My soul sings...

In your house I long to be
Stained glass that keeps away the refrain from happening
As I wait upon you like a stone

-ADuarte