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My God, here it is again!
I see the dark clouds of my thoughts forming.
Your brightness is hid from my eyes.
The endless rains of tears burst down my face.
Billows and waves of emotions crash about me.
Again, I am lost in the storm of self.
My two adversaries box me in.
The enemy of self says, "Quit!
You can't make it!
You don't want to do better!
You will never overcome!"
The evil one whispers so cunningly,
"Where is your God?
He does not care about you!
God won't help, forgive, or hear you!"
The storm of self has turned into a typhoon of despair.
In the midst of the storm,
Your life boat appears.
A psalm, a hymn, a word,
Calming the fiercest winds of the soul.
Praise from my mouth springs forth as a gentle breeze
Your love floods my being like golden rays of the sun.
The storm of self may come again.
But your love and faithfulness will restore,
Restore my soul, peace, and joy.
I will make it through self and behold the Savior.
Inspiration: Poem was inspired by Psalm 13, it is a poetic interpretation. God will be with us and deliver us every time. ~TRP~