Sunday, October 2, 2011

'Til the Storm passes by

Are you in a storm of life right now?

This morning as we drove to town it was just beautiful with crystal blue skies and the crisp air of autumn. Soon enough we approached the river and we saw looming up ahead of us dense ground fog. Up against the blue sky it was awesome to see. When we became engulfed in the fog we couldn’t see much around and definitely we could not see the sky. Once in a while a touch of bluish sky or a dull ray of sun would peek through, but mostly it was just dense grey fog. Our only knowledge that the sun was out in all its glory was that we had seen the beauty of it moments before. We knew the blue sky was just beyond our sight.

If you have been in a storm of life, you can become so blinded to what life use to be or can be. You can forget what normal life is like. It is easy to become bitter, disillusioned, or fall into hopelessness. You forget that just like the dense fog there is the bright sun and blue skies still out there, but only beyond your reach.

Don’t give up!  God is with you.  He is your strength and your comfort.  He will be with you through it all.  Even if you think and feel that the storm will never be over, some day He will rescue you~~~either here or in glory.

‘Til the Storm Passes By

In the dark of the midnight
Have I oft hid my face,
While the storm howls above me,
And there’s no hiding place.
‘Mid the crash of the thunder,
Precious Lord, hear my cry,
“Keep me safe ‘til the storm passes by.”

‘Til the storm passes over,
‘Til the thunder sounds no more,
‘Til the clouds roll forever from the sky,
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand;
Keep me safe ‘til the storm passes by.

Many times satan whispered,
“There is no need to try,
For there’s no end of sorrow;
There’s no hope by and by.”
But I know Thou art with me,
And tomorrow I’ll rise
Where the storm never darkens the skies.

When the long night has ended,
And the storms come no more,
Let me stand in Thy presence
On that bright, peaceful shore.
In that land where the tempest
Never comes, Lord, may I
Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.

Written by Mosie Lister

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