STORM-FILLED DAYS

Stormy clouds of doubt engulf me
Threat'ning fears disturb my rest
This frail vessel will not make it
Trying hard to do my best!

Loneliness is my companion
No one seems to understand
Even friends show disappointment 
When I fail to take their hand.

Death has left me tears and sorrow
Only echoes can be heard
For the touch that once embraced me
Has flown skyward like a bird!

Is there balm for wounded soldier's
That can mend a troubled heart
Can the Great Physician heal me
So I do not fall apart?

Joy breaks forth in glad surrender
Jesus walks amidst the storm!
Gently He will bear your burden
Trust Him now, no longer mourn.
B. Pent

FEELING LOST?

There are times life has no meaning

Like a ship that’s tempest tossed

Without sail or sturdy rudder

In the darkness can be lost.

What seemed once a sunny future

With a vision bright and clear

Quickly turns to disappointment

From a sudden wave of fear.

Broken dreams can break the spirit

When all hope seems torn away

And the soul cries out in anguish

For some light along the way.

Then a voice speaks through the darkness

As the Captain calms the storm

Bringing back the broken vessel

Till she lands safe on the shore

Now I find when trouble threatens

To destroy my trust in Him

I just call out to my Captain

To control my life within.

--B. Pent