Window view.
From a plane.
Flying through rain clouds.
It's bumpy
and nerve-wracking.
And I feel uncertain
and afraid.
Just like I feel in the storms of life.

But then..
I wait.
I trust.
I take God's hand.
And after awhile,
I see blue sky on the horizon.
Before too long...
I am flying
above the storm.
In blue sky.
A smoother ride.

Is there a blue sky on the horizon?
Are joy and new beginnings
soon to come in my life?

I hold God's hand.
He takes me above the storm.
Rain clouds turn into
white billowing ones.
And then...
and then...
we soar
into
blue sky.
Where joy and peace shall reign.
In place of the storm that has been.

Whenever you have trials
And trouble leaves so slow
A cloud seems to follow wherever you go
Remember that Jesus,
the friend of your heart
says peace be unto you

Peace be unto you
Peace be unto you
Peace be with you

Whenever you have hardship
You are in such pain
Jesus will sing you this lovely refrain
Remember that Jesus
The friend of your heart
Says peace be unto you

Peace be unto you
Peace be unto you
Peace be with you

He is The Almighty
Yet He is your best friend
He'll be right there with you
Right up to the end!
Remember that Jesus
Your Savior and your Love
Says peace be unto you

Peace be unto you
Peace be unto you

Peace be with you


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/12/2011

In my darkest moments, O Lord,
You are the illumination I need;
the lamp of Thy Holy Word glows
with Your Truth and I concede

the value of Your principles.
Despite my feelings, emotions
and thoughts, I’m still assured
that I can raise my perception

to conform to Your high standard.
Your soft Light, easily penetrates
the darkest moments of my life;
the narrow path, leads me straight

to You and Your unending Love.
Therefore, I’ll trust Your Word;
storing it within my heart insures
that my spirit will remain stirred.
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Author notes

Inspired by:
2 Sam 22:29; John 8:12

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.

if God
dwells
in
thy soul
then
let Him
turn your dust into gold
His footprint
shall not fade away
but
give honor
and
glory to God
i
must say
faith
shall
let
His footprint stay

I am still waiting to hear from the surgeon whom is going to operate on my neck as far as they know that its not cancerous but they want to clear out the spurs burs in my neck thanks love you all.

(Loosely based on prayers from The Canadian Book of Common Prayer. 1962)

Almighty God, creator of Heaven and Earth,
You who sustains all things in all ways;
Send to me Your Holy Spirit that I may
always feel Your presence around me.
Guide me in all things, especially so at
this time of suffering. Father of all, I
commend my immortal soul to You.
Wrap it in Your arms and let me feel
your eternal love always within me.
In times when I feel strained and weak,
send strength to me. Sustain my heart
so that it beats only in Your solace.
Gracious Father, in so many ways
I have consumed myself with the
desires of the flesh; forgetting that
these are but transient pleasures
that will not elicit eternal salvation.
Almighty God, to whom all hearts
are open, all desires known: Cleanse
my thoughts from sin by the power
of Your inspiration. Create in me,
through Your holy name, the
understanding to see You are
always with me, at all times and
in all situations. I commend myself
always to You, through Christ our Lord.

Christ in the morning.
    Christ in the afternoon.
     Christ as night falls.
      Christ in all time zones.

Cares and sorrows
    may last for the
     rest of my life.
I will not lose faith.
    I will not succumb
     to be one of the sheep
      following a path
       away from God.

Like a child,
     I will submit.
Prepare myself
     to be with Him.

When they close
    the lid of my coffin,
     it will not define me.
It will not matter.
    I will not be in
     the carcass they
      will mourn over.

Fear not that some
    will weep for me.
Or that others
     will proclaim
      I am with death.
I shall be with Christ.
    Jesus summons me,
     so to Him I shall go.

As the clouds gather
     in the skies above me.
As the shadows fall
     on this momentary
      place of suffering.
As the sun and moon
     travel in their
      day and night rituals,
       Christ will be with me.

I fix my eyes not
    on what I can see,
     for that is temporary.
I shall embrace
    what is unseen,
     for that is eternal.

Christ in the morning.
    Christ in the afternoon.
     Christ as night falls.
      Christ in all time zones.

I am reconciled
    with the fate
     pronounced upon me.
      I am ready
       for what is to be.

He is stronger
     than the cancer cells,
He is triumphant
     over my illness.

It is what it is.
It will be as it will be.

Christ in my prayers,
      Christ with me.

I am finished trying to draw water to satisfy my soul,
from holes that cannot quench my thirst.
I try to draw water from holes of different names.
From friends and family.
From the words and approval of men.
From temporal pleasures and materialism.
But they cannot quench the longing for Love
in my thirsty soul.
I am like the Woman at the Well.
Tired of going to holes that I think are wells.
Trying to draw water.
Walking away still thirsty.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Then...
My Saviour and the Lover of my soul
comes to me.
And I drink from Him.
My thirst is finally quenched,
and I will never be thirsty again.
For He is the Living Water.
He is not an empty hole which dries up,
sending me away still thirsty.
He is the Love which my parched soul needs.
He is...
the WELL.