By Jennifer Rene Daniel
Storms gather, skies darken
Hopes light grows dim
Timid, I step ahead
Leaning on Him
Tender His voice whispers
Sweet in my ear
'Dear sinking child of mine
Hark I am here'
Weary and woe begone
Everything lost
Resting, refreshed in Him
He bears the cost
Weak, fragile, spent-serene
When storms at rest
Slowly I comprehend
He knoweth best
I love her poetry and post another from time to time.
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