Though Storms May Come....Stand

The greatest God, it is he who owns the storm, and im not speaking of man made storms, but the one who lets the rain, who loans the wind, who absorbes the force of the river when they desire for it to rage and destroy. The God who subdues death at his will.    
This God I am praying to, the God of Abraham, God of Moses.  
His son, the door.  
I pray for his mercy, for the whirlwind to get caught in his lasso, where he can love it into a downy chick.  
And the winds that follow, to sleep quietly in their heavenly designated corners.  
Please God, I know we deserve the briar and thistle, but please have mercy and allow soft gardens to bloom. Please enrapture your anger with love, and remember us in our youth, when we depended on your hand to guide us, and let us also remember you.
We are but ants in your path, we worship your feet, and rest in the clouds that your steps create.  
I'm petitioning you to remember what Jesus called the storm of Peter, he named it Peace.  
Please, I'm petitioning you to change the name of this storm through your loving mercy and kindness.  
Your servant,  
Anna ♥