Seeing Through The Storm - a modern poem by David Clure
a creature, I am now --
forever I shall be -- and
tethered to this world I live,
each day by what I see.
The whirl of dust obscures
the order He speaks forth --
I need to settle in His Eye,
upon God's troubled Earth.
Then seated by His side,
I'll see into His dreams:
His will shall come to pass, in time,
no matter how it seems.
Oh! To realize His Peace
amidst this temporal storm.
To be His child, his precious child
His image, not a worm!
It's going to be good!
Each wrong He shall make right.
If we but walk by faith not sight,
We'll see God ruling, RULING, in our night.
Copyright 2019 David Clure, from his soon-to-be-released book!