The rain was cold, the sky was black,
The wind was howling at my back;
The raging sea surrounded me,
And then I heard the Master speak.
“Carry on! Carry on! My child,
The storm will last for but awhile;
Then you’ll see the sun shine through,
This too shall pass, I promise you.”
©1995 J M McIntosh
Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the
storm. (Job 40:6)
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