In The Storm

So where do I go when the sky is leaden

And my prayers ricochet off the ceiling?

How do I lift my eyes in the midst of the storm

And see a clear path forward?

When the crushing pressure in my heart leaves me gasping for breath from all the unanswered questions?

The whirling noise troubles my mind

Where do I go with this agony of waiting, waiting, always waiting?

How do I hold on?

How do I prevent the creeping, crawling, cynicism of a cold bleak winter encircling my heart?

Do You hear? Do You see the tears?

When the cloud obscures the sun?

And the storm is all around?

Are You still here?

I know I stand by Faith and not by sight.

I have to trust. (Breathe) I have to trust. (Breathe) I have to trust. (Breathe)

TRUST

In the goodness of who You are

You are working all things together for my good.

I believe.

So, I bow in surrender.

Not pretending to understand Your ways.

But knowing Your love.

Your grace will carry me through

On the the other side I will look back and see

You are only ever love

And from my heart must flow unconditional praise, then the sun breaks through with hope once more