Life's 'Storms'

I did not know His love before,
the way I know it now.
I could not see my need for Him,
my pride would not allow.
I had it all, without a care,
the "Self-Sufficient" lie.
My path was smooth, my sea was still,
not a cloud was in my sky.

I thought I knew His love for me,
I thought I'd seen His grace,
I thought I did not need to grow,
I thought I'd found my place.
But then the way grew rough and dark,
the storm clouds quickly rolled;
The waves began to rock my 'ship',
My anchor would not hold.

The 'ship' that I had built myself
was made of foolish pride.
It fell apart and left me bare,
with nowhere else to hide.
I was tired, weak, and lonely
and could no longer run life's race.
I was laying in my college dorm
flat upon my face.

I had no strength or faith to face
the trials that lay ahead.
And so I simply prayed to Him
and bowed my weary head.
His loving arms took hold of me,
and then He helped me stand.
He said, You still must face this storm,
but I will hold your hand.
So through the dark and lonely night,
He guided me through pain.
I could not see the light of day
or when the storm would wane.

Yet through the aches and endless
tears, my faith began to grow.
I could not see it at the time,
but my light began to glow.
I saw God's love in brand new light,
His grace and mercy, too.
For only when all self was gone
could Jesus' love shine through.

So looking back at that time,
I finally understand.
That time of pain and wandering
was all apart of his plan.
It was not easy in the storm,
I sometimes wondered, "Why?"
At times I thought, "I can't go on."
I'd hurt, and doubt, and cry.
But Jesus never left my side,
He guided me each day.
Through pain and strife,
through fire and flood,
He helped me all the way.

And now I saw as never before
how great His love can be.
How in my weakness He is strong,
how Jesus cares for me.
He worked it all out for my good,
although the way was rough.
He only sent what I could bear,
and then He cried, Enough.

He raised His hand and said, Be still
He made the storm clouds cease.
He opened up the gates of joy
and flooded me with peace.
I see His face now clearer still,
I felt His presence strong.
I found anew His faithfulness,
He never did me wrong.

And I know more storms will surely come,
but only for my good.
For pain and tears have helped me grow
as nothing else ever could.
I still have so much more to learn
as Jesus works in me;
If in the storm I'll love Him more,
that's where I want to be.