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

I HEARD HIS VOICE

I heard God's voice so clear at first
Its sound was full of cheer
I knew just what to do right then
His presence seemed so near.

Then other voices soon were heard
That questioned my intent
"Is this the only way to take
When others seem content?"

So then my heart began to stray
Confusion filled my breast
The Voice that once was loud and clear
Brought fear instead of rest.

But as I wandered in the night
My troubled heart was stirred
Then from the desert of my will
A knock was faintly heard.

My eyes with tears began to flow
Such love I couldn't resist
For when I opened wide the door
He walked me through the mist.

So now when troubles come my way
I heed the Shepherd's call
And gladly follow in His steps
As I surrender all.
--B. Pent