Oh God they say that you've no love, they say that you've no power.
But when your Son came from above, oh how we bless that hour.
When loud the wind is harshly blowing, and souls are filled with despair
When the darkness, it is slowly growing, and souls are stripped and bear
We mind that wondrous day of yore, when Calvary's tree was stained.
When our Sovereign wept so bitterly for, the son whose life did wain.
Forever it seemed men's souls would anguish, in the winds of pain were they tossed.
In fear and despair they wept and languished, for all their hope seemed lost.
But oh, the glorious day of days, when Christ did rise again.
How great and mighty are his ways, this God who knows our pain.
Let not your hearts be sad and troubled, all are in his hands.
Let gladness, hope, and joy be coupled, with faith in his mighty plans.
Let not the wind that blows so harshly, shake the foundation on which you stand.
Let not the devil who lies so darkly, keep you from your promised land.
Holly: This poem is so beautiful, you need to put a beautiful title on it. It blessed my day and while I'm here, I would like to thank you for reading my article:
"Sunrise" and commenting on my children!
I appreciate your kind words. Thanks, Mary Alice