Storms

So I taught a lesson in Relief Society today on Adversity and the Atonement. In my preparations I found this great little poem that struck me as a profound little gem.

So I thought I'd share it.

Storms
By Margie DeMerell

There will be storms, child
There will be storms
And with each tempest
You will seem to stand alone
Against cruel winds
But with time, the rage and fury
Shall subside And when the sky clears
You will find yourself
Clinging to someone
You would have never known
But for storms.