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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jul 6, 2007 7:15:49 GMT -5
IN THE MIDST OF THE STORM
In the midst of the storm And the raging was on Shaken on every front By a wind so strong I thought I was gone I couldn’t walk all alone When my light was going out
A body beautifully made Lavished with strength and health From the hands of the creator A body the archer’s arrow On it was shot So that Beauty I might not keep
No corruption could grip Nor anguish consume My spirit within me When in the hands of my Father I laid in peace and rest Restored again Like ground that drank in water Giving forth green healthy plants Shining in the glory of their youth
I will shout again to the Maker I will exult in my healer Who nursed me like a mother! And embraced me with healing hands Mending my broken body And anointing my head with joy Renewing my strength again Watching over me in the storm
I will glory in my God The one who nourishes me Who picks me up! And dusts away my shame Clothing me with love And filling me with laughter When He healed me And broke the bows of my adversaries I knew forever I will live in Him.
(C) JUSTINE
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