A helpless dove
Sleeps through the storm.
Thunder. Lightening. Wind gust.
And yet he sleeps—
Even through the flood watch.

Peace. God is peace.
He speaks to my storm
And by the authority of his voice
Calm be my life.
I rest in him.

God the problem solver,
The repairer of the breach
And restorer of all things.

Like with the repairman
That fixes broken items,
I am learning to give
My problems to you Lord.
For the power of restoration
Is in your hands.

Wearily I call to him in prayer
His presence is manifested.
…His hand ‘pon my shoulder.

My soul is quickened.
With tears of joy,
My heart palpitates.
And through quivering lips,
I render praises to him.

Assurance overwhelms.
My heart is strengthened,
And, in him, I am comforted.

A captain at the helm
Of the ship,
God rules his universe.
He turns it at will
For it’s his ship.
Man, nature or beast—
All must comply.
The controls
Rest in God’s hand.

God combs the earth,
Scouting the good and evil.
His eye is set—
Like a microscope.
And with microscopic lenses,
He scrutinizes the tiny atom.
Of every fiber of the being,
Even the tiniest particles,
Nothing escapes his all-seeing eye.

Clever. And deadly.
Evil of every kind occupies
Life’s nooks and crannies--
Casting deep shadows.
Beware. Mankind beware.

As night is full of darkness,
So life is full of evil.
But God is light.

There is no darkness
In him who rules the dark
And brings good out of evil.

He is before me an opened door;
I have but to enter.
His presence is life and goodness.
And the omnipotent God
Has the power to work
All things for my good.