While raging tides surround me

and steal my breath away.

His angels

come to love me

with people every day.

A storm of blessings comes my way.

As illness is about to rage

a multitude of blessings

surge a counter- storm

of such a gauge

sufficient to give grace, reform.

An unlikely ally who had no need

 or any call to care.

has risen up from days 

that are not our history

taking my hand till skies again turn fair.

Family and friends and people I never met

offer their prayers for me and I believe

that many voices raised together make prayer stronger yet.

So I feel comforted and warm amid the raging of my siege.

A storm of blessings comes my way.

My children show the best in them.

My pets still love scott free.

The difference now,

I think has been

it's with a new, more open heart I see.

There always have been storms

and droughts throughout our daily lives.

Free will is ours to lift or scorn

but Only He will choose

how and when who dies.

 If my gratitude could only measure

what this storm means to me

oh, what a boat full

of merry pleasure

 and praises that would be.

A storm of blessings comes my way.

My second chance will give me boat 

and  oars I've never used

and shield me from

the worst of those

storms of life renewed.

A storm of faith, hope and love

comes my miraculously way. 

I surrender

to my Lord above

and share my joy this day.

 A storm of blessings comes our way!

Kathy Adams

November 7, 2014