Rain

The skies thundered, the lightning roared,
The earth was drenched as water poured,
Bit by bit, with every thought,
Eroded my resolve, my strength, my forte;

All around the earth seemed gray,
As every bitter memory was brought into play,
With no paths out, or easy way,
I challenged God, my heart to say;

"Where are You now, what will You do?
I've lost my way, I feel like a fool,
Are You so cruel to leave me to die,
Have You not heard my soul's desperate cry?
I sang and I prayed,
With painful endurance,
And yet all I'm getting is stony silence,
Are You even listening to what I have to say,
Or am I talking to myself?"
I cried in dismay;

Tears poured forth as I sat there alone,
The cold of the rain, reaching in to my bones,
Despite the shelter from the rain,
Did my car provide,
It could not fully shield me,
From the pain I felt inside;

Resigned to my sadness, I turned my car around,
Heading for home, though comfort may not be found,
I listened intently for however slight a sound,
To be assured of Your presence, Your love without bounds;

I turned to my friends, my last recourse,
For encouragement and comfort,
For which only You are the true source,
And yet You have shown Your Grace in Your own time,
With the sharing of the verse 2 Corinthians 12:9;

Truly I am weak, as my faults clearly show,
Burdened by guilt, by sin brought low,
Reaping the hurts that my actions have sowed,
Experiences too painful for my heart to hold,

Yet there You are, With Your promising truth,
When You said "My grace is sufficient for You",
That in my weakness Your power will be,
Made perfect in my life, for all to see,

So I will boast ever gladly,
Of my weaknesses in me,
So that Your divine power, may rest upon me,
And in times of trouble let this be my song,
"When I am weak, then I am strong".