Closer to Him

  If he's the God
 of wind and rain
then I'm closest to him
when I'm being battered
and torn by the wild storm.
If when his children were wandering
refugees from Egypt,
clouds by day guided them
and fire by night...
When I'm in the middle of a blaze,
I'm closest to him there.
He walked on water,
so when I am starting to drown,
I can barely touch his feet...
but he is near.
In utter silence when I'm alone,
he's the air,
the sun,
ground I'm standing on.
I'm never alone here
created for his glory.
And standing by his love.