After The Storm Is O’er
Eleanor Powell
How quiet, how still, You are great, God,
You brought us through another night.
The coolness rushing over us,
before we soon will see daylight.
How very much I love You
as You’re with me all around.
Through bad and good, through dark and light,
You keep me safe and sound.
While the storm is over for a while,
and dark clouds cease to roll, above,
Your warmth covers us, My God,
You’ve showered us with Your love.
I’ll surrender all to You
for now and evermore.
I’ll give back everything I own,
for Jesus’ heaven’s shore.
And though sometimes I falter,
and my body is weak and sore.
I’ll keep my hand in His hand,
As He opens wide Heaven’s door.
As a perfect Child,
You gave Him to lead us all the way.
About the age of thirty-three,
He died on that cold and stormy day.
What did He do to hurt us,
that perfect Son, You loved so dear?
He asked for drink to quench His thirst,
but His side was stabbed with a spear.
His blood spilled out from His weakened body,
Then He to His Father cried,
“My Father, it is finished!”
and for us all, He died.
The dead got up and walked again,
The veil was rent in two.
All His friends forsook Him
As He died for me and you.
They took His broken, bleeding body
and buried it in the ground,
but on that glorious morning
It was nowhere to be found.
The angels rolled
away the stone,
Jesus had risen
from the ground.
Jesus has prepared our home
and mansion in the air,
When the storm of life is over,
He will take us there.
I don’t want the fire and brimstone
and thirsty forevermore.
So, I’ll hold to my Savior’s great, gentle hand
until this world’s storm is o’er.
-Rt 1 Box 298, Lumberport, WV 26386.