In the height of the storm, when the water's so deep,

The burden's so heavy ~ the mountain so steep,

That you can't lift your head or take one step more

And you cry out to God, as you've cried before.

No answer is coming ~ life feels so unfair;

It seems God's not listening or just doesn't care.

But remember, as you face the threatening tide ~

God sees the picture from the beautiful side.

Like an unfinished quilt or embroidery fine,

The tangle of threads has no reason or rhyme.

Midst fear and confusion, you can't understand;

Still, you're safe and secure in your Father's hand.

There's a purpose behind your suffering and pain;

The storm-clouds will pass and the sun shine again.

Then, as Jesus is wiping the tears from your eyes,

You'll see the picture from the beautiful side.

".....blessed are those who have not seen

  and yet have believed."
  (John 20:29 NIV)