In rising wind and slashing rain
Storm breaking, pounding, roaring
Trees do dance… They break and tremble
Whipped by nature’s grasping breath
Do we yet cower… or stand in awe?
We in our weakness before God’s might
Surrendered to those cleansing waters
Breathing in His freshening wind
Look now… A Light is shining
Glowing, filling, warming…
Ever speaking of storm passing
Securely held in its wake
Charlotte-Anne Allen
In prayer walking with you, oh God
Bowing before You; humbly I fall
Secure in Your presence
Whatever will come
God is my hour
Each minute and second
Our time is revealed
Across ocean’s vastness
Upon this earth
God is my hour
In strength or in weakness
God, you give all that I need
You hold me securely as I turn to You
… Life’s offer to One Who Knows
God is my hour
Morning rise, full of light
Evening come, darkness starshine
Through each day and blackest night
Whatever besets me…
God is my hour
For family, friends, and community
Needy world, where’er I’m found
Thanks be raised that God is here
Faith now offered; comfort bring
God is my hour
To my pastor, Mark Reece, Jr, as he steps out in service
and to all who seek God. Be encouraged.
– Charlotte-Anne Allen
The Still Small Voice 