Man-Made Storms

Why, God, why?

Why do I go through these storms?

Why do I feel so lost and torn?

Couldn't you sound Your mighty voice to warn the waves to stop and peace to form?

I wonder if You are here.

I feel like the dark grows even more near.

I strain my ear, Your voice is what I long to hear.

But all I hear is silence.


I try to do everything right

I try so hard to keep on with the fight.

I try so hard to be the light.

But all I see is the dark.

So dark.

I scream and I cry

And I still ask why

I try and try to reason that it is not I

who is causing this pain.

Such pain.

I read Your Word

Try to wield the Sword

Through the rivers of life I ford

Then I see it clear.

So clear.

You have always been there.

Just waiting for my prayer.

Waiting to meet me there

in the midst of the struggle and rain.

This storm is man-made

I created my own chains

And tried to place the blame

on the One who cannot change.

My distrust shackled me in a cage

My anxiety burdened me with rage

My sinful nature begged me to stay.

But no more.

No more will I let myself keep score

No more will I leave myself entrapped in this war

No more will I let my sin control me as it did before

Because freedom is nigh

The Lord hears my cry

He will not leave me out high and dry.

I know I am in His watchful eye.

He teaches me through the depths of the deep

He beckons me as I weep

He helps me to peacefully sleep though the darkness tries to creep.

I rejoice even though I once made my own storm.

And I pray I will no longer let those storms form.

Though my storms roar, My God roars louder,

and everything will fall when my God calls.

Psalm 23
A psalm of David.
1 The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside quiet waters,
3 He refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord

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