Through Tempest Many I have Come

How often I would muse upon God’s grace… in hopes of finding a resting place:

Through tempest many and rains great… I oft times pass, through God’s Gate… Too, find perfect rest, where fields are many and streams abound… There, we take refuge… Where, God’s hands… doth hold our heart.

Can you hear, the pleasant sound… Feel the wind, as it resounds… Now and then, I blissfully find… my minds eye, doth wonder… I’m there again, and at once… again.

There… where God’s hands, doth hold my heart. 
Right there, in the beginning… right there, from the start. 

Here, the tempest doth cease, where harbors open, too greet… God’s peace. There, too anchor… no more to care.


Isn’t God great… His Spirit, too reveal, in spontaneous regale His Words do flow, where His Spirit is there I dare go…


About usar4me

Retired US Army Colonel... Christian, married with two wonderful daughters and granddaughters.
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