TITLE: The Storm
By Helen Clancy
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Can I believe your way is best for me?
Can I sit here now
frantically striving, but unable to reach
the controls that direct my future,
while my heart is torn?
Can I rest now?
The reins no longer in my hands
but held by some other
I know not,
who does not see
the way I feel, or who I am?
for far beneath the stormy ocean's surface
in the depths,
my heart is calm, at rest,
or I know the One
who holds my life
I've seen His heart of love, His pierced hands.
And storms may come, and go
worlds may end
but He knows my name.
He is no amateur in this game of love
but love's own creator. Love itself.
And in the darkness
I will trust, where I do not see.
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