The Eye of the Storm

 He stilled the storm to a whisper;

the waves of the sea were hushed.

Psalm 107:29

The Eye of the Storm

Fear not that the whirlwind will carry you hence,

Nor wait for its onslaught in breathless suspense,

Nor shrink from the blight of the terrible hail,

But pass through the edge to the heart of the tale,

For there is a shelter, sunlighted and warm,

And faith sees her God through the eye of the storm.

The passionate tempest with rush and wild roar

And threatenings of evil may beat on the shore,

The waves may be mountains, the fields battle plains,

And the earth be immersed in a deluge of rains,

Yet, the soul, stayed on God, may sing bravely its psalm

For the heart of the storm is the center of calm.

Let hope be not quenched in the blackness of night,

Though the cyclone a while may have blotted the light,

For behind the great darkness the stars ever shine,

And the light of God's heavens, His love will make thine.

Let no gloom dim your eyes, but uplift them on high

To the face of your God and the blue of His sky.

The storm is your shelter from danger and sin

And God Himself takes you for safety within.

The tempest with Him passes into deep calm,

And the roar of the winds is the sound of a psalm.

Be glad and serene when the tempest clouds form,

God smiles on His child in the eye of the storm.

-L.B.Cowman, Streams in the Desert

O tell of God's might, O sing of God's grace

Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.

Whose chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form

And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?

It breathes in the air, it shines in the night.

It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,

And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.