Even In The Storm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The whirlwind whipped me through the day

It tossed me in its wrath.

Each thing to which I laid my hand,

Fell broken in my path.

 

There are such days in every life,

There’s no escaping them.

The only hope of getting through

Is clinging tight to Him.

 

For, how we face the turbulence

Is a matter of choice.

Though we might feel like giving up,

We could, instead, rejoice.

 

Don’t give it the power it craves

To drag you to your knees,

Stand up rejoicing in His peace

Until the wild winds ease.

 

Hold to His peace, look for His grace

And listen to His voice,

Then rejoice in the storms wild heart,

Again, I say rejoice!

 

Philippians 4:4

Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice.