It Will Pass

The storm’s been raging for some time

And I stood against the wind for awhile

But now I’m too weak, so I’ll just sit down

And wait for the fearful storm to pass.

I don’t sit alone amidst the tempest

Though at times my friend is not seen;

His whispered comforts cut through the

Wind and anchor my heart firmly to His love.

Bits of branches and rocks strike relentlessly

And the pain becomes a dull ache, never ending

But though I would rather be healed completely,

A daily binding of wounds is just as good.

Though the sky is dark, clouds crowding in,

I stand upon the promise of coming spring

And though the earth right now is ravaged,

I have faith that one day this storm will pass.