The storms of life that buffet sore
We never want to blow our way,
But The Master draws right nigh to us
With gentle voice to say...

Look up, my dear and tender child
My Hand's outstretched to you,
Though you're awash by troubled sea
Believe I'll see you through.

I am the One who forms the rain
And hold each fearsome wind,
I will control the storm of life
I am, where you begin.

Though you may feel untethered
Too weak to speak My name,
Confused you're called to suffer-
My Love for you remains.

Your strength may feel depleted
No breeze to stretch your sail,
But, My Breath still turns the wheel
My Life can never fail.

You cannot float adrift, unanchored
Lost in a stormy night,
Trust My Strength to hold the tiller,
To steer you in My Light.

I'll glide you on the crashing waves
To soar on wings above,
As Master of the winds of time
I hold you in My Love.

Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © Oct 2010
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Isaiah 45: 5,7,8,9,11,12

I am the LORD, and there is no other;
apart from me there is no God.
I form the light and create darkness,
I bring prosperity and create disaster;
I, the LORD, do all these things.
"You heavens above, rain down righteousness;
Let the earth open wide, let salvation spring up;
I, the LORD, have created it."
Does the clay say to the potter,
"What are you making" "This is what the LORD says—
do you question me about my children,
or give me orders about the work of my hands?
It is I who made the earth and created mankind upon it.
My own hands stretched out the heavens;
I marshaled their starry hosts.

Isaiah 43:2
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.