In the Midst of the Storm
A Poem
Father, I come before you with my ship being tossed and driven.
Asking that you set me back on course.
I'm in the midst of a storm.
Lord, fighting my trials and tribulations
The devil is blocking my path.
I fall on bended knee on my ship
I come before you, Jesus.
In the midst of the storm
I see the storm beginning to pass over me.
I see your father holding out his hand to me.
Always my guide, my anchor, my protector through my life.
I thank you for leading me away from all the drama.
Standing and seeing me come out
In the midst of the storm.
