Through the Storm

As I descend to dungeons deep,
I know that God his promise keep.
Even though I am nervous,
I know that I will get through this.
Because my God is always there,
Though the storm gives me a scare.
God will always be with me,
I ask Him to let me see,
Him there through the shroud of night,
There in heaven's morning light.
The storm will pass - it always does.
And life again shall be as was.
The hum-drum days seem more a blessing,
When the storm I've been assessing.
Funny we must experience storms first,
To realize our life's not the worst.
And now I fall to be forgiven,
And realize it's by You I'm driven.
God I know You'll always be
Here close holding on to me.
Whenever I let go of You,
The storm's hard pressing - pull me through.
I'm hardly sure which words to say,
To thank You for my everyday.
I'll try to make the best of them,
For each one's precious as a gem.
When possible keep storms away,
But through each I will live today.
If storms raged through all of creation,
I'd pray for Job's determination.
Because whether I die or live,
My life is Yours to take and give.

This poem was a finalist in the April 2008 poetry contest