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