The Winds of Life

Story ID:	3793
Written by:	JANET KESSLER POLUDNIAK
Organization:	JUST ME
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Cayuga NY USA
Year:	2006
Person:	Someone dealing with pain, suffering, or trouble in life.

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At times, we feel alone in our battle. But we're never alone. No matter how high the waves beat against our ship, how tattered our sail, He's on board to keep us--even in the midst of the storm. I've found this to be true in my life. He doesn't always calm the storm; sometimes He just calms His child while the storm rages on. Either way, in Him, we win. I hope this inspires you as much has it has me. Janet


The Winds of Life
©2006, Janet K. Poludniak

The waves grew wild
‘til I felt like a child
sailing a toy on violent sea.
My ship was frail
and was bound to fail,
I cried, "What will become of me?"

I was full of fear.
I felt my eyes tear.
My heart was filled with doubt.
The sky was black!
I longed to go back,
I could not turn my ship about.

I was tired and worn
and feeling forlorn,
I had battled the storm so long.
‘Twas a treacherous gale,
that filled my sail,
and the winds of life were strong!

I knew I had failed,
but the storm prevailed,
and there was no hope in sight.
I was in despair,
thinking who would care
if my ship was lost in the night?

Then high above
from His cross of love
He shone His light about.
He led the way;
He helped me stay;
He saved my ship without a doubt.

All would have been lost
at a terrible cost
if I hadn't seen His light.
Now, wherever I sail,
if the winds prevail,
I'm surely keep Him in sight.