~ The Master
of the Wind ~
The storms of life that buffet sore
We never want to blow our way,
But The Master leans way down to us
With His gentle voice to say...
Look up here, my dearest child
Here are my hands outstretched to you,
Though you're awash by troubled sea
Believe that I can see you through.
Your strength may feel long gone
With no breeze to stretch your sail,
But my breath will turn the wheel
For my love will never fail.
As I am the Maker of the rain
The Master of the mighty wind,
I will control the storm of life
Until the sun can shine again.
Though you may feel so unworthy
To speak My holy name,
Never dreaming you'd be called to suffer
Yet, My love remains the same.
You cannot float adrift unanchored
Lost in a stormy night,
For My strong hand holds fast the tiller
To guide you with My light.
I will glide you beyond the crashing waves
To soar on wings above,
As The Master of the winds of time
I will lift you to my home of love.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
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