Tuesday, December 11, 2018

The Old House Stands -Re-Posted


The wind is battering the house,
Windows quake with each blow.
How much more of this it can take?
I truly do not know.

The house has stood upon the bank
Withstanding storms for years,
So, it stands, impervious as
The wind tries to stir fears.  

In some ways I am like this house.
As storm winds swirl around,
I may be rattled by each blow,
But I will hold my ground.

Psalm 18:32
It is God who arms me with strength and keeps my way secure.

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