Praying Through The Storm

[MIRIAM JACOB]

Praying Through The Storm


My God had called me out that day,
To pray for those that He had chosen to be
Laid, a joyous burden heavy on my heart.
Though skies hung darkly threatening doom
Over the hedges heavy with hawthorn bloom,
And the drum roll thunder crashing round as though
The world and all we know must fall apart.

My God had called me out that day,
Away from worldly cares and woes distilled and
Blaring, screaming, deafening on the troubled air.
Though skies their stinging stones had thrashed
My path with blinding fury and the lightning flashed,
The still small voice of peace is speaking and
Soft through the whirlwind, whispers of His care.

My God had called me out to pray that day,
For you my friend and brother of The Word,
And hopes unborn I pray the Lord will bless.
And as I climb, the light has drawn the curtains of the storm,
Across the distant pastures shimmering colours form,
A rainbow hangs suspended in the southern skies
The everlasting promise of His faithfulness.




PAULINE
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