When a storm in our life, really isn't.
If I had your hand, I'd fold the one I have.
I remember one time when I was crying in my beer, siting at a bar in some small town during my wandering days and met this old guy that looked at me and smiled like a man who was given a second chance. I have met a lot of old guys like that in my life, and now that I am way past 21, I am becoming that guy. I thought I'd do the same for you.
Each will be like a refuge from the wind And a shelter from the storm, Like streams of water in a dry country, Like the shade of a huge rock in a parched land.
Isaiah 32:2
King James Version (KJV)
2 And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land
