Pulpit's Journal

                                                     THE STORM

                                            I don't understand this trial

                                        I've never walked this way before

                                         If one more step or many miles

                                          I'll just have to trust you Lord

                                        For there is notthing left behind me

                                          That I could ever turn back to

                                        It's my desire to make this journey

                                       So by your grace I'll make it through

                                            I can't see the silver lining

                                        For the dark clouds hanging over

                                      And I can't seem to find the answers

                                            To my questions anymore

                                        You never promised me exemption

                                          Through the testing times of life

                                      But I sure need some light for travelling

                                        Cause Lord it sure looks dark tonight

                                      Through the storms and through the trials

                                         Accross the deserts burning sand

                                        You had said that you'd go with me

                                            And give me strength to stand

                                            All the weeping in the darkness

                                           When the morning sun does shine

                                          I'll have my time of joy and gladness

                                              Another valley left behind

                         "Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak:"   Psalms 6:2