...tornado

So, the way I got the idea for this poem is really really random. I was watching Roseanne, which I hardly ever to never do, and they were in an episode where this huge tornado was hitting Lanford. Then my mind started to think about a tornado and I linked it to how being saved can at times mess you up and change you. Just like a tornado.

You take me. From the safety of this meadow; the tranquility of this valley. You pick me up like a tornado. Raw, and powerful. You mess me up. Change me, turn me upside down and around. You break me. From this state of hurt, you take me. From my problems, you pick me up and deliver me. You change what I want, messing up my selfish dreams. You put me on a path of righteousness; and you tell me that I am loved. You turned me around from my state of self decay. You're beyond my control, and I could never thank you enough.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11