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Voice in the Storm

Updated on March 21, 2012

Voice in the storm

Darkness steals across the land

In twisting, rolling contortions

Rumbling thunder conceals inside

The voice of majestic proportions

Wind swirls ahead, whispers to me

Stirring the passions within

My soul answers abandon and free

Awakening the senses

Lightning flashes, igniting heaven

Electricity sizzles the air

Bolts of fire raining down

Powerful as my prayer

The voice in the wind is soft as rain

Pattering on the ground

But don’t be fooled, let wisdom reign

The voice is the voice of God!

Gentle, it’s true, but powerful too

Before it I cannot stand

It speaks to me, I’m not alone

Will I ever understand?

His spoken word, it humbles me

I know not what to say

I bow my head, fall to my knee

I will not doubt again

I have always loved thunderstorms. The demonstration of God’s power is exhilarating. I love the way the air turns green and crackles with electricity as the storm approaches. I love to feel the wind whipping everything into a wild frenzy, picking up everything in its path and making it soar. The thunder and lightning shouting their authority fills me with glee. It was in a storm that God answered Job. Job’s life was falling apart, his world was spinning out of his control. Over and over he asks God what he did wrong, what he needed to do differently to hold it all together. Then God speaks to him in a storm. In a time when God isn’t known to speak to anybody, he shows Job his love by answering him. He demonstrates the depth of his power and shows him that he is still in control. No matter what is happening in our lives, we can trust that God is still in control of the universe.


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      April Reynolds 5 years ago from Arizona

      Thank you Miracles! I'm glad it brought back memories.

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      Becki Rizzuti 6 years ago from Indiana, USA

      I remember watching storms on the patio with my family as a child. Nice poem :) Voted UP!