Just Past the Bend

Do we face tribulation, From time to time? Test, troubles, and trials, All do find! But to the believer, There's more to us,  Than flesh and bone. Inside of us, We stand not alone. “My peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you.” Jesus very words, “Peace Be With You!" They who find Him, Find also His peace. In a world of turmoil, He is their release. As the fires of our life, Rage, in its flame. Peace is still found, In just One Name! As the waves of our oceans, Cast us to and fro. His peace is still upon us, Regardless the throw! Though the prisons of our life, Sometimes find us locked in. His peace is our pardon, Given...from Him! Peace not of this world, Or of the things it can give. Peace found only, In He…that Lives! They who find Him, Find also His Peace. But they who neglect Him, Still await their release. Shalom

In the eye of a storm, You find its greatest calm. But to do so,  You must first, Face its strongest winds , And fiercest rains. While you rest , In the eye of the storm, Knowing that destruction,  lay behind you. And even awaits you,  Take heart in the fact, That no matter,  How destructive the outside. In the heart...  There is always peace. In life we have few options,  In times of storms. We can run from them,  Hide from them. Or hope they change their course. But rarely do storms of life,  Change course. It is we who change our course. With the hopes that the storms will not, Come near or harm us. So when our lives,  are filled with storms. And we must endure them. Know that there is peace...  In the heart. It is we that must find it.

My past is checkered, My friend are few. God, I seek answers, Of what I should do. Can I find mercy? When I've shown none. Is there hope for me, For the things I have done? Is there peace for me? No matter my wealth. Is there really healing for my body, When in poor health? Does God love a man, Such as I? If I were God... I wouldn't even try. Is God so full of compassion and care? That He'd love a man, People can't bear. Forgive me God, I don't know how to pray. But these are the questions, I have this day. God, your book says, If I ask from my heart. You'll wipe away the slate, And I'll have clean start. Well God, This is all I know to say. But from now on, I'll follow your way. 

Clouds began to blow in, then the rain began to fall. Then the lightning followed, as the thunder did call. I looked for the sun, but it was hiding it's face. As the storm continued, at a wicked pace. The waters rose quickly, as the sky wept. And with the force of a hurricane, my dreams seemed swept. I looked to the skies, with questions, to enlighten. But no answers came, as the winds did heighten. To the east and the west, I saw the skies clear. But directly overhead, the storm was here! Is it fair to question? When the storm will not cease. Is it fair to wonder, when will I have peace? Many times I pondered, did this storm just find me? Or have I moved somewhere, I shouldn't be? Isaiah 25:4 http://justpastthebend.blogspot.com/