Winter

OF WINTER STORMS
© 2002

The stormy winds, they blow so cold, our eyes can't see the sky.
We walk about with bodies numb — sometimes we think we'll die.
We concentrate on simple tasks, survival is our mode:
We want to do the basic things, not take on heavy loads.
We know from life's experience that storms do pass on by,
And when they've passed we might enjoy a clear and cheery sky.
We seldom think of dangers past, our lives are filled with now.
Deliverance is just accepted, no "I wonder how . . . ?"
And then there's times when danger's huge, and slaps us in the face!
We’re simply overwhelmed with pow'r, — --our ego's been displaced!
We’re stunned and humbled, weak and scared, we lift our voice on high,
The Power's holy presence brings a peace, and then a sigh.
So You and I are not alone, we look to God above.
Our God is watching over us, so constantly with love!
So in God's love we have no fear, for we can know God's Son;
And we can know redeeming grace, — our stormy battles' won!