You Can't put a Hurricane in a Lunch Box

There is a raging hurricane

You cannot redirect the wind

Nor suppress the pelting rain

The storm moves where it wants

Creating its own path

It does not matter our response

It whips the waves, it moves the rocks

The storm cannot be contained

In our tiny lunch box

We cannot pilot God's Spirit like a drone

In our fleshly minds

Or makes our desires and will His own

For God is moving in the earth

Who are we to limit Him

Or restrain Him in the church 

He directs the wind and splits the rocks

No one will stop His power

Or put Him in a tiny lunch box