When we meet with raging storm, beyond our own control
Whatever can we do, whatever can we hold
When trial falls upon us, so that we cannot cope
Wherever can we turn, where is there any hope
When instilled with such a fear, that we huddle in despair
Who can we even turn to, when it's too hard to care
When it lashes and consumes, each day with sore torment
Why is there such a thing, why is it even sent
Like Job of old, we writhe in pain, and cry unto the sky
God, save me or I perish, God save me or I die
And, there within the horror, He comes to soothe our soul
He comes to take our hand, He comes as one to hold
To be our friend and comfort, to whisper, there is hope
With wisdom for the moment and strength so we can cope
He opens wide the window, to say it's come, to pass
To let us know His life, His love, beyond it all, will last
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems ©August 2011
Poetry from the Heart
Like little birds, we only fly when we get shaken out of our nests;
and develop the strongest wings only when we try them against the wind.
The dove in a fable, was perturbed because the wind ruffled its feathers,
but without that air it could neither soar nor live.
In struggle, it is prudent to not wish away every opposition.
It is better to meet and master our difficulties that faith can be
made stronger through conflict.
At no time is there the faintest suggestion that the life of faith exempts us from difficulties.
What is promised is preservation from all the evil in them.
All the water in the oceans cannot sink a ship unless it gets inside.
Nor can all the trouble in the world harm us, unless it gets within us.
That is the promise of Psalms 121. The Lord will keep us from all evil.