Remember

The storm may be raging
water rising on all sides,
thunder and lightning on the horizon
dark clouds behind you
no one beside you;

when all is lost
when you are sitting up nights,

counting the cost

when sleep won't come

and you feel there is no one;

when you wake up in fright

and your breath won't come

when even in church worship the oppressions run through you

then

Remember

Who walked on water

and calmed the storm

Who fasted 40 days and nights to have the strength for us

Who turned water into wine

and gave eyesight to the blind
Who suffered His birth
Who lived on earth
that we might live in heaven
Who died on an instrument made by man
so that we would be saved;
Who loved us enough to allow His torturous death
Who prayed;
Who wept;
Who suffered
and died while His Mother watched and cried
Who gladly gave up all He was in a kingdom away
so that we could become His daughters and sons
Who loved us more than His own life;

Who for us gave His last drop of blood,

Who is coming back to bring us home 

Who sent His angels to be our guards;

Whose arms are opened wide,

Know that we are the reason He died;

any doubts that you hear are lies;

God is love;

His Son, the Light

His Spirit is peace;

have Faith not Fear

Know that He cares
and while you wait for the answer from above
have peace in His great love;

and that
when that dark cold voice
pulls you under in despair
know that in the end,
Satan
doesn't
have
a prayer. 

(c) Ria Sanacore April 2011