The ( My) storm is passing over From the Desk of Cree

I’ve been though so much these last two years
So, so, so, so, so much
I’m stripped naked of everything
Never thought I’d see the storms let up
I am absolutely naked before God
I have no more tears to cry
My Faith in God is why I can sit here and write this
Ears have not heard my Testimony, not even family
When time come to tell it, all will know
God is still in control
I’m so glad the storm is passing over
Hallelujah

Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy