Friday, August 22, 2014


Oh Father, Lord, I praise You in this storm.
The sun will rise again. Father, help me to begin.
This dark is noisy, full of fear and doubt.
Distrust. Hurt. All the soundless pain.
Father, please, bring us back again!

You know this storm upon us.
Saw it before it began.
Shield us with your mercy.
This can't be the very end?

Your choices are always right. Real. Just.
I beg the strength. In You I trust.
I will praise You in this storm.

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