Raging winds torture my every hair,
Foaming waves crash and wrench my bones.
Strong current drive me I know not where,
Fear would consume me if I were alone.
Glorious God – whispers my name,
Trust in me ! I will share your load.
Have you not heard? I will tell you again,
Never will I leave you drifting alone.
Storm clouds lock out the sun's warming rays,
My weak cries are buried by howling gales.
My tears are lost, Waves sweep them away.
Who holds my hand? One who never fails.
Glorious God, I praise your name!
Storms cannot keep you from helping again.
I was so lost! You heard. To me you came.
Thank you dear Lord for whispering my name.
I wrote this poem to reflect my wife's journey after she had an initial diagnosis of a huge tumour in her chest. During the month of initial tests, this tumour doubled in size, wrapped 2/3 the way around her heart, and could be poked both from the collar bone and up under the bottom rib.
That was the storm.
Margaret asked one evening, 'How is it that God brings so clearly to mind promises not thought about for years?" The particular promise is found in Joshua where God promised that He would always be with Joshua as he led Israel into the promised land.
We are grateful for God giving us peace and we are convinced that He aided the treatment process provided by excellent Oncology staff at the Princess Alexandra Hospital, Brisbane.