And in the middle
You are roughed up
Very badly caught
No immediate relief in sight
All the way outs
Covered by black clouds
stars are put out
no blue in the sky
in darkness your heart is
grinded
like a stone
in a crusher mill
and you are overwhelmed with grief
but you lack words
you burst into tears
which tell thousands in brief..
High tides surge,
And can knock some off,
A rolling courage wave.
Settle down!
And a calm will ease to please.
If one surrenders…
Their faith will prove,
God is a trouble mover!
When the wind blows…
With clouds and sounds of roaring thunder.
A brewing stew tricks to mix and kick,
Bristles in one’s way!
The ship that sails may tilt and threaten,
A quick capsize.
But God is the ‘Entity’ that saves the brave!
When the wind blows…
The times for some may stir uneasy!
High tides surge,
Knocking many off a courage wave!
If we settle down a calm will ease those queasy,
Surrendering to prove…
God is a trouble mover!
Settle down…
You can’t save a choosing loser!
If we settle down,
We’ll know…
God’s a trouble mover!
Settle down,
And let God be the trouble mover!