An elderly man lying in a disheveled bed, his blankets tangled from tossing and turning, as a glowing hand of God reaches down from the ceiling, radiating light and calmness into the room.
Finding peace in the storm—God’s hand reaches out to calm restless nights.

Through the Storm, He Holds Me 🌊✨

When the waves crash and the night grows cold,
I cry out to Him, my burdens unfold.
The weight of grief, too much to bear,
In the raging storm, I find Him there.

💔 Heavy chains of sorrow, tightly wound,
My cries of “Why, Lord?” echo around.
Dreams haunt me with a pain so deep,
Yet His promise whispers, “I’m here; don’t weep.”

His gentle voice cuts through my despair,
“Come to Me, weary one, lay it there.
For My yoke is easy, My burden light,
Find rest in Me through the darkest night.” 🙏

🌟 A text, a call, a kind embrace,
He shows His love in the simplest place.
Through people’s hands, His work is done,
In my grief, His light has shone.

The storm still roars, but I’m not alone,
He holds my heart, flesh, and bone.
Through surrender, I find strength anew,
His grace sustains; His love is true. 💕


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