Storms of Life
Sometimes the storms of life,
Seem to toss you here and there;
Like a mighty hurricane,
Making your spirit bare.
Dark clouds seem to cover,
every phase of your life.
There seems to be no end;
To this trouble and strife.
Ask God to stop the storm.
But don't ask, "Why am I here?"
He knows all about it,
There is no use to fear.
So don't be afraid.
God is the master of the sea.
He will calm this storm,
And set your spirit free.
Copyright © Shirley Hyde | Year Posted 2011
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