**"A Prayer in the Storm"**
Lord Jesus my Saviour,
Oh Lord, my Provider, my Strength, my Guide,
I lift my weary heart to You in this tide.
The winds of struggle blow fierce and cold,
Yet in Your hands, I trust my gold.
You fed the sparrows, clothed the flowers,
Turned scarcity to abundant hours.
So I stand before You, humble, sincere,
Asking for grace to calm my fear.
The bills pile high, the coins grow few,
But my hope remains anchored in You.
Open the windows of heaven above,
Pour out Your mercy, Your boundless love.
Not for riches, not for gain,
But just enough to ease this strain.
Teach me to walk by faith, not sight,
To trust Your dawn beyond my night.
For every trial has its measured end,
And every sorrow, Your hand will mend.
So I wait, I pray, I cling, I believe—
In Your perfect time, You’ll meet my need.
Amen.
God's Mercy endures forever,
Dr. Lion.
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May this poem bring you comfort and hope. You are not alone; God sees your struggles and hears your prayers. Keep trusting. 💛
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