BEYOND THE STORM *

BEYOND THE STORM

Can you see the glory, rising--
Just past the sunset, over there?
The clouds collapse-- the heavens roll-- 
Still the Lord hears a little prayer.

The stars are strewn about his cloak of night--
And in the deep, that holy fire;
His footsteps melt the mountains.
His word lifts us from the mire.


Oh, that wonderful day when the Master called us...!
By that red river, so deep and wide...!
Thus rejoicing we traipse through this wilderness
Casting our tears behind--


For to rejoin that distant singing;
Even as his tender rain, it clears our eyes--
The thunder breaks the darkness
And glory beams, on high.

(~sister Abby Elizabeth)