TURBULENCE

Men at sea, beneath thundering skies,
Begin to sink as waters rise.
"Lord save us! We're going to drown!"
He calms the waves, the winds die down.

Who makes bright the darkest skies?
This humble King who wears no crown?



Gold star mother, under blood-red sky,
In deep despair, her tumultuous cry.
Purple heart drowned by flood of tears,
She hears His voice say, "I am near."

"My light still shines through darkest skies,
I give you peace to calm your fear."



Little bird, beneath stormy skies,
With broken wings, he tries to fly.
Through endless trials he's always brave,
Because he knows the Lord will save.

He sends His angels from on high,
He heals the sick, He calms the waves.


David J Allen
November 17, 2004


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