Psalm-113 (Original) Poem by Walterrean Salley

Psalm-113 (Original)



A helpless dove
Sleeps through the storm.
Thunder. Lightening. Wind gust.
And yet he sleeps—
Even through the flood watch.

Peace. God is peace.
He speaks to my storm
And by the authority of his voice
Calm be my life.
I rest in him.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: god,peace,spiritual,trials
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