There's a Storm A-Coming'
The dry and thirsty land,
Baking beneath the relentless sun,
Screams for a refreshing downpour'
Amidst a dark sky and windblown clouds,
The storm approaches with intense fury.
And a deluge soon appears.
Drivers pulling over; limited visibility;
Limbs and leaves littering the landscape,
But the ground absorbs the nourishment.
Then the earth sighs; there is relief.
A dry and thirsty man,
Toiling with a load of sin,
Desperately seeking renewal and refreshing.
Suddenly a personal storm arrives;
Agendas and plans utterly destroyed.
And an abundance of problems plague him.
He runs for the maelstrom,
Seeking past serenity he has known'
Refusing to drink from God's well of blessings.
He knows no change; there is no relief'
Another man; a different storm;
Yet he knows his God.
And he trust Him to be in control.
Devastation occurs in his life,
Which has been surrendered to the Lord.
But he is confident al will work for good.
As his life disintegrates around him,
He calls out to God for help.
And allows Him to work his perfect will.
He has hope; he has peace, this is relief'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
July 28, 2002
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