Though I may not feel it, God loves me,
His best then one day I will see,
On this firm foundation I'll ride out the storm,
He knows what is happening to me.
I never need question the trials,
The reasons these things He's allowed,
I know He cannot be mistaken,
I know He's behind every cloud.
Whatever it takes to make me like Him,
To others encourage and bless,
Lord, help me be willing, with eyes fixed on You,
Your love through each trial confess.
The outcome is already determined,
The battle You've already won,
My job, to stand firm in the testing,
The reward..."My child, well done."
"We have this treasure from God, but we are like clay jars that hold the treasure. This shows that the great power is from God, not from us. We have troubles all around us, but we are not defeated. We do not know what to do, but we do not give up the hope of living. We are persecuted, but God does not leave us. We are hurt sometimes, but we are not destroyed. We carry the death of Jesus in our own bodies so that the life of Jesus can also be seen in our bodies." II Corinthians 4:7-10 (New Century Version)
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I enjoyed your poem! Its solid. The verse is very encouraging. To spice up your poem, I would make the images stronger. Because you have two images of a storm already (lines 3 and 8) you could carry that metaphor through. For example, in line 14 you mention a battle. Consider saying something about God's light that conquers the clouds. In line 11, you could say that your hope in the promise of sun (which could relate to Gods promise of not flooding the earth). Just some ideas.
Kara, you make a valid point. I should have seen that. Great critiquing job. Thank you very much. Feel free any time to do this for me. I like that! It will help me in the future; at least I hope it will!
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