The Master of the Wind

The storms of life, that buffet sore,
We never want to blow our way.
But, the Master leans way down, to us,
With His gentle voice to say ...

"Look up here, my dearest child.
Here are my hands outstretched to you.
Though you're awash by troubled sea,
Believe that I can see you through.

Your strength may feel long gone,
With no breeze to stretch your sail.
But, my breath will turn the wheel.
For, my love will never fail.

As I am the Maker of the rain,
The Master of the mighty wind,
I will control the storm of life
Until the sun can shine again.

Though you may feel so unworthy
To speak My holy name,
Never dreaming you'd be called to suffer,
Yet, My love remains the same.

You cannot float adrift unanchored,
Lost in a stormy night.
For, My strong hand holds fast the tiller,
To guide you with My light.

I will glide you beyond the crashing waves,
To soar on wings, above.
As The Master of the winds of time,
I will lift you to My home of love.

 Soft Whispers from
 Derry's Heart Poems
 © 2003 used with permission
 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au