He
lives and sits on his throne above like the clouds sit in the sky. Like a squirrel lying dead in the middle of
the street, I could have died. I don’t
know how my mind is being kept for I should be like a psycho seeking to do
harm. Instead, like an angel covering me with his wings, he widely opens his
arms;
Covering
me with a shield, like a soldier is covered with armor for war, I should be
like an alcoholic, seeking expensive drinks daily at the bar;
I have been through the wilderness like Moses for 40 days and 40 nights; I’ve been lost like an unknown traveler, but he assisted me with his glorious light. For I know he is not dead, in fact, he rose on the third
day
like self-rising flour; he is alive and I can call on him any second, any
minute, even in the midnight hour;
Events
in life are like friends that go and come, come and go. He saved me from the pit, called
“Sheol.” Death knocked at my door like a
postman with a certified letter; he has been with me through the hot, cold,
gloomy, rainy, and stormy weather. He
protects me like a cat protects her kittens and a dog protect her pups. Oh yes, he lives each and every day because I
feels his steadfast love. He never
treated me like a baby; around my neck, there’s no bib—but he trained me like a
soldier for war, yes, he lives!
Inspirational Poems for the Storms
