When hammers of the rain beat on my head
And temper tantrums of the hurricane,
Shouting in uncontrolled and furious wrath,
Strike fear that numbs my heart, I take the path
That leads to home, and soon I feel again
Secure and warm. Love's mantle gently spread
About my trembling form gives me release--
The path to home will lead to God and peace.
The Relief Society Magazine
