Eye of the storm
by Anne Linington He lies Head cushioned Sleeping midst the uproar Of the surrounding storm. Lightening forks the sky Split-second flashes Illuminating driving rain As thunder crashes ever closer. At rest amid the cacophony At peace, not fearing, He who created the components And stills them at his word. I seek him out Drawing close to Him Needing his warmth His heartbeat's reassurance That in the eye of the storm He rests, he remains, He reigns. I live in the UK, and attend an evangelical Church of England, where I am training as a Reader, (lay preacher). I support the work of a Christian Healing Centre, and enjoy writing, particularly poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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