Word Of Life Church Podcast

Shelter from the StormBob Dylan’Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and bloodWhen blackness was a virtue, the road was full of mudI came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”And if I pass this way again, you can rest assuredI'll always do my best for her, on that I give my wordIn a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involvedEverything up to that point had been left unresolvedTry imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hailPoisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trailHunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ thereWith silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hairShe walk