GOD AND THE STORM
A foreboding feeling, A nervous abyss inside
Suddenly springing up, and I have nowhere to hide
Nothing to shelter me, No aegis in sight
Just a few moments for the storm to collide
I see the heavy black clouds gather,
I hear the vociferous howling wind blow,
Every speck the potency declaring,
Every gale resembling a mighty foe.
There goes the last golden ray of the sun,
Now vanishes the final streak of fine blue,
Despair comes and makes himself familiar
As all around turns a stronger black hue.
Fear with her cold, wet hands grips me,
Raindrops of anxiety drench my head sore,
Bolts of hopelessness light up the black sky,
No where I can run to, No place to hide I find.
Everything spins out of control
Until I look inside me and find
A fuzzy warm daub of melted gold
Within my heart, the presence of God.
Unaffected by despair’s vehement advances,
Unchanged by fear’s touch so cold,
Drops of anxiety, sparks of hopelessness,
The hostile wind’s deafening roar
Cannot quieten the still, sure voice of God.
“Fear not for I am with you,
I have promised to never leave you alone,
Under the shadow of the Almighty
Is a place secure, reserved for you.”
Be it daunting clouds of darkness,
Storms of discouragement, relief too few;
From above the multitude of loneliness He cries out,
“I will never leave nor forsake you.”
God our Creator, Father, and Friend,
Transcending all of earth’s shadow and woe,
Holds us in the storm from beginning to end
And beckons us as a shelter to go.