Though the storms of life around us beat,
We may rest secure at Jesus' feet.
Though our barques may be weak and frail,
In His strength we'll never fail.
Without the rain, there would be no bow,
Promising us better days in stow.
Storm clouds may darken and lower,
But each rainfall brings forth a flower.
Behind each cloud there is a star,
Shining brightly from afar.
Singing in the midst of trial,
Lightens the way through each mile.
Our God will use each turbulent thing,
To strengthen our faith and cause us to sing.
Oh for grace on Him to depend,
To work His will in us to the very end.
Marjorie Searles
December 1983
