The clouds roll in like silent thunder
Aweful and potent
They enclose me in a cacoon of fear
What will the storm be like that
Hovers around my soul?
Will I survive?
Yet I know the sun is there
Behind the black edge of events
Not all known--
Unseen but not absent--
And I know the clouds can not
Long hold him back
He may linger
But he will arise in the morning
With glorious golden wings of light
To break through and subdue all grey skies
And every fear
Only wait my soul
Wait through the darkness
And the cloudy upheaval
Of all you know
Wait for the sure and certain sunrise.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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