The Storm
I was sure by now, God You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
and it's still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away.
And I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone how can I carry on
if I can't find You
and as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away
by Mark Hall
7 Comments:
At 8:04 AM, Unknown said…
Amazing photo, and powerful poem. Thanks for sharing!
At 9:51 AM, Tammy Brierly said…
Beautifully powerful words! Amazing photo :)
HUGS
Tammy
At 12:52 PM, Rebekah said…
Praising in the midst of the storm - that's the true test. When you don't see a reason, don't see a purpose, can't see a brighter tomorrow. This is a great poem, and I love, love, love the picture. I came by way of Tammy's blog. Hope you love the blogging world!
At 2:14 PM, Anonymous said…
awesome mom. where did you get the picture?
At 4:01 PM, Becca said…
"For You are who You are, no matter where I am..."
powerful words to remember.
Thanks for sharing this poem and that fabulous photo.
At 9:59 PM, Joyce Ellen Davis said…
Oh, my heck! What a scary cloud! But beautiful...(things CAN be both scary and beautiful at the same time, I think). Great post.
At 8:49 PM, betty said…
that was soo beautiful and so true. I needed that today; thank you for posting it
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