.Tempest and Peace
There’s a wildness in the wind tonight,
As the foam-flecked waves,come crashing to the shore,
In the shifting of the restless sands,
I feel His Presence in a way not felt before.
In all the fury of this blackest night,
Though wild and wet and rife with sound,
There is also indescribable beauty,
If we’d look beyond our senses –
Forget self –
Simply look around!
In all the darkness, black and forbidding,
The small bright light of the lighthouse gleams,
Piercing the infinite curtain of gloom as the bright hope of safety
All that observe it must solace find.
In the thought that by its beckoning comfort.
Their journey will not continue blind.
For their eyes will see the beacon’s light. A constant never
It' will help them weather every fight.
We know because we’ve seen before,
That peace will come to this windblown shore.
Quiet seas and sunsoaked beaches will return.
Forgotten soon this black and angry night.
We’ll rejoice again in the beauty of tranquil nature.
As the darkness is transformed again by morning’s penetrating
When the crashing seas of life beat down on us like the sand on
that tortured beach.
Our faith should be our beacon light and He Christ ,
should be our Guide.
So that in our hearts we’d always know,
That as the peace of nature follows the tempest storm.
His peace will return to our troubled souls, As surely as the
blackness of night heralds the first faint rays of a brand new
Even in ‘death’ the promise of Life ‘Eternal’ Makes a shining light out of darkness grim,
How could we ever fear the traumas of life’s journey.
If our faith is pinned securely and strongly to Christ our Lord,
And we are anchored to
H I M.