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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