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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

His Sufficiency in Suffering

People often speak of peace
prevailing after storms
when all the fury 
of the fitful skies 
has died and every cloud
retreats into the distance
with a soft breeze
kissing faces.
Yet my God 
You are not only God
of after storms,
but of and in and through.
So my refuge is Yourself
and I hide myself in You.
The storm rages outside
but within my soul
the fury of the fitful skies has died
and Your peace has breathed on me.
I am alive.  

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