The Storm

When we went to southern Indiana last month and the big storm hit we were all in the living room getting ready to have "church"(it was on Sunday)Jordan ask me if he could run upstairs and write a poem. He came back down in 15 min. with this:

Storm
The winds are howling strongly,
stirring up my fear.
I clutch my faith tightly
lest I lose all I hold dear.

I hold on tight still wavering,
on this wind torn land.
I'm searching, seeking, crying,
for my masters firm hand.

It's blowing even harder,
how can I stay in place.
Without your strength to guide me,
I'll blow away without a trace.

My hands are aching,
My strength is almost spent.
When you said face the storms of life,
Is this the storm you meant?

My soul is being torn,
it's leaving me right now.
It's impossible to go without you,
how can I hold on, how?

I need you now,
My Lord my king.
I need your might,
I beg of you to bring.

My worries gone,
My strength is here.
I should have never doubted,
Your love is always near.

Jordan loves to write poems and just finished his first whole book---his dream is to be a writer someday. I hope his dreams come true!