When all the skies look black to you
And fear creeps in your heart,
When everything you’ve worked for
Seems to fall and break apart,
When drenching rains beat down on you
And clouds around you swarm,
Remember I will always be
The light after the storm.
The trials that I send your way
Are sent so you will know
That I have an eternal plan
To help you stretch and grow.
Each storm will make you stronger
Though it might seem hard to bear.
I always will stay close to you
To hear your every prayer.
When darkness sweeps across the land,
There’s weeping through the night.
The cries of all my children
Yearn for glimpses of that Light.
So lift your heads up, children,
Turn and face the Eastern sky.
Your bridegroom is approaching!
Your redemption draweth nigh!
Mariane, this is such a beautiful, heartfelt poem! I love your phrasing, "Each storm will make you stronger" and "...weeping through the night"--I'm so glad we have a Savior who loves us so much to hold us through it all!
This poem is a blessing, Mariane, especially for me right now, with Hart being in the hospital, waiting for major surgery (a possible amputation). Sorry it has taken so long to comment on this. I have been at the hospital every day, all day long, for a week. I am glad that you reminded me that there is Light after the storm. Jesus is our Anchor in the storms of life. I know you have had many. God bless you, my good friend.