This is an old poem of mine that I came across, so I decided to archive it on my blog.
On the distant horizon I can see,
A massive storm cloud heading straight for me.
A cloud that brewed from the fires of the earth,
My faith in God has given it its birth.
I look to God to guide me through the pain,
As the cloud draws near it tests me with the flame.
Now the storm has come, I feel like I’m alone,
Where was He at the time I needed him the most?
I cry out to Jesus and tell Him I can’t go on,
And then I hear His voice beckon me with a song.
I turn to look at Jesus, I see He’s on a narrow path,
The broad detour I had taken could only lead to wrath.
So I ran to the arms of Jesus, and He took away my pain,
The cloud that still afflicted me was doing so in vain.
Jesus carried me through the cloud, and brought me out the other side,
And even though the storm has gone, in Him I still abide.
I praise Him for His majesty, I thank Him for loving me,
And even if more trials come, I’ll call Him my God and King.
