When we stand in the maelstrom
We often curse and cry.
Instead of asking for Your help
We blame You and ask why.
Thinking we’re in control.
It’s almost as if we can’t see
The picture, clear and whole.
Are meant to teach us to
Stop thinking about “poor old me”
And turn our thoughts to You.
Of most that this life brings,
That we need You to guide us through
This life’s arrows and slings.
Instead of rage or pride,
We find that we can withstand life
With You there by our side.
And we find our way through.
Maybe the storms are meant to teach
Us how much we need You.
Who’s in control each day,
But, He who is, stands close enough
To help us find the way.
That pop up in this life,
But You will always be the peace
We need to brave such strife.
The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face
to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon
you and give you peace.
Friday, December 12, 2025
Life's Maelstroms
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