It's Good Lord
It’s good, Lord,
just to meditate alone
and let your truth
my restless mind subdue;
unchanged while worlds
have ebbed and flowed,
your Word flows now
in soft assurance to my soul.
Storm-echoes of the thunder
fade to peace
and quiet blue
the rain-clean sky controls,
as you again, Lord,
demonstrate your power
through stormy wind and fair,
you rule.
Untroubled peace
would soon breed man’s contempt
and all-sufficient
seem his prospered ways.
Your care commands
the stormy cloud to rise
lest man unhindered, proud,
his soul destroys.
The storms of life, Lord,
come at your command.
At that same word
in your good time they go.
You care for me, my Lord,
in your great love.
I know that you’re in charge –
Be still, my soul.
Written after a thunder shower August 30th, 1992
Copyright © John Puckett | Year Posted 2024
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