STORMS OF LIFE
Wild-looking clouds threaten.
A storm is on its way.
“Not again, dear Lord,”
Is all I find to say.
Though I’m shaken and disheveled,
He always sees me through.
Why do I always argue?
It’s a foolish thing to do.
Storms of life come often,
But then they always go.
He allows them in my life,
Because He loves me so.
Nothing He sends can hurt me.
I’m safe within His arms.
I’ll rest in that assurance
That not a thing can harm.
By Crystal J. Ortmann, ©2005
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