Behind the Dark Cloud
When the sky goes black,
And the clouds, less gay,
The sun hides, shining from the back;
Jesus is always my stay.
Tho' life be grim, or vexed,
Nothing can foil His plan.
In Christ is my future indexed,
Starting me each day with a flan.
The Lord's never scarce to save.
Nearest when my strength is gone.
He lends a hand or a stave,
And lets my cares withdrawn.
Jesus is never asleep in the stern
When my boat jolts in the storm.
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2013
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