THE STORM: By Marcie Watson
Are their storms within our wellspring,
Which cry out for release?
Like the pondering of ocean waves
Upon relentless seas
Or perhaps they’re more like crackling thunder
Which warn us of the worst
Or hit us hard like lightning bolts,
Leaving damage where it hurts
Then, there are brief afternoon showers,
Where we accompany the rain,
Because their is a cleansing,
When tears can finally drain
Whether we are in the eye of the storm,
Or through the other side
The thunderhead can be lifted,
If we only look to Christ
For I tell you, there is sunshine
Peace and comfort too
It is he who understands our storms,
And is with us all the way through
What storm are you fighting?
My friend, please don’t be consumed
The source of life is waiting, let his sunshine, his love break through.