When the rain was raging And the storm knocked at my door Abiding meant still resting In God’s Word and nothing more After hours of cleanup In the sunset’s fading light Abiding was still walking On with Christ throughout the night In the middle of destruction With debris now piled deep Abiding is still trusting God our hearts will daily keep! Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me. John 15:4 NKJV Abiding After the Storm by Peter Caligiuri Copyright © 2024 All rights reserved Author's note: Though we personally were spared during this storm, many of our friends were caught in the worst of it. What little ways we are able to help, barely make a dent in the work that lies ahead, but as God's family we are trusting Him to get us through this together.
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Pete, your poem beautifully describes abiding in Christ; even in the worst of storms. My heart and prayers are with all impacted by the hurricane. Such devastation! It saddens me. Thank God for his abiding love.
Amen, thank God for His faithfulness. He is with in, through, and at the end of our storms.