Celestine Ikwuamaesi Poet Pastoral

Stand the Storm

Though the winds are wild,
 	And the gale unleashed; 
Though waves bewail 
	And the surge swells:  
My hurting heart still hums: 
	I know that Jesus lives, 
	I know He lives for me, 
	I know He's been my dyke; 
	I know He calms the storm. 

So, I anchor in the Rock 	
	Winds or waves cannot shake. 
I hole up in its crevice 
	And wait for a while, trusting; 
Just a while for God's glory 
	To drop like morning dew, 
		Distilling down the peace 
 Of heaven on the field 
 	Dried by drought.


© 2015
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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