A new poem! I love it when this happens!
As I wrote this I realised that the Lord was showing me that at last I am coming out of long, dark, personal storm. I'd been in that storm for about 5 years but while writing the poem I could finally see clearly again; the storm now behind me.. I could also see that this poem will be an encouragement to others who are going through their own personal storms.
Be encouraged... the storms we go through don't go on forever even though we can feel they will never end... and Jesus really is with us in the storm, even though at times we can't see Him.
Be blessed! - Jenspen
The Storm
Sitting alone in a little boat. Trying to keep myself afloat.
Raging winds tear at my brain. Many tears join the piercing rain.
Waves crash high, I’m full of fear. I’m hanging on, but the end seems near.
Cold and shaking, feeling numb. Feels like help will never come.
Too many days in this deep black sea. How did I get here, will I ever be free?
The oars are gone, so I cannot row. My cries for help, are starting to slow
My eyes are shut, all I see is mess. My hopes are getting less and less.
Onto the floor I curl up tight. I hope to die in this boat tonight...
Then suddenly I sense a change. I feel some warmth, against the pain.
I slowly rise to find the cause. And there He is, my risen Lord!
He’s in the boat, right there with me. But in the storm, I could not see.
He’s been there with me, all the while. I drink His love, and feel my smile
The storm has passed its gone, its done. The sky is clear, and there’s the sun!
My boat it rests, in the calm blue sea. My Lord is here, and I am free!
And here is the video version of The Storm
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