The Third Choice

 

In times of worry or dismay
It seems all I can hear
Is an unending litany
Of everything I fear.
 
What might go wrong, what might get worse,
How much I have to lose.
And either choice made could go bad,
But still, I have to choose.
 
Within that whirlwind I’d be lost
If He were not my rock,
The anchor holding me in place
Beneath each wave of shock.
 
I know, my friend, you feel it, too.
I truly understand,
But I know He also holds you
In the palm of His hand.
 
There is no safer place to be
When storms of doubt roll through.
Please hold in faith to His promise
That He is holding you.
 
Be still and let the whirlwind fade,
For you have a third choice…
The storms have no authority.
Wait for His still, small voice.
 
1 Kings 19:11-12
And he said, “Go out and stand on the mount before the Lord.” And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper.