It may seem a storm doth rage ahead
Of lashing wind and days of dread
We must endure, be overcome
For skies are grey and thunder drums



But in darkest hours, the more is felt
Belief is truest, forming strength
There is a trust, a balm for fear
Our Lord above can comfort tears



For cry we will, and cry we must
As we are weak and made of dust
But beauty's formed within the night
Just think of photos that we like



Where is the color, wonder made
But in the dark, when light doth fade
Then in the day what do we see
But eternal love in you and me



So be patient yet, our God's at hand
He's working yet, all has a plan
Within the storm, His way is best
He's making us, in HIM to rest

Soft Whispers for you from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry From The Heart

"Where does your security lie?
Is God your refuge, your hiding place,
your stronghold, your shepherd,
your counsellor, your friend, your
Redeemer, your Saviour, your guide?
If He is, you don't need to search
any further for security."
~Elisabeth Elliot~