The Song of Praise over the fear

The Storm so loud so grey of gloom. Lighting strikes and pounds the earth into a shake. It scares! We hide into a room perhaps one darker than the storm. It roars all around, violently rumbling across and above our head. Water falls hard like big drops of needles so piercings and cold; makes us run and hide. So torn inside!

Storms dissipate, evaporate, and fade away with the movement of the earth, time. The firmament in continuous motion; from age to age nothing’s new under the sun.

Underneath the storm, In Christ we stand. I, am still standing because the storm will not rule my emotion. Come what may, Dance in that rain, Stand and We shall not be moved. Be Still, Be at Peace, Stand. That storm Will surely blow away!

The refraction of colors in the rainbow, a divine covenant to forever keep you in His hands. We are Forever His. How great is the cloud of witnesses that surround the forest of trees as I step into its Divine Amphitheater. If He didn’t hold me today I couldn’t stand tomorrow.

So, Stand in the storm- soak in the clouds and the noise. A great cloud of witness surrounding and singing, Persevere! The song of Praise over the fear is what a heart of triumph sees and hears.

By Criselda Barker