Don't tell our God how strong is the storm;
tell the storm how mighty is our God....
except those times when darkness falls
and hopelessness on hearts do trod,
when life seems like a journey long
whose uphill road we trudge and plod.

But I digress, my faith is deep
and full and long; and does not sway....
except when prayers I deeply beg
are answered in some other way
that does not fill the need I plead
and leaves my life in disarray.

However faith and hope are strong,
and so I know whate'er should come
is planned by He who hung the stars
and set the ocean, moon and sun;
by He who loves the least of us,
whose greatest gift was once His Son.
     ©  Joyce P. Hale 

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