God's Ever-Presence

What if the lightning flashes,Thunder roars, and all the terrors of the nightCry out aloud?They are but so much nothingness,Mere vapid fury playing on our childish fears:They do not come from God.

And of this truth we must remind ourselvesWhen darkness claims to sweep across our thoughtAnd we feel whipped and cowed;We must stand firm and know that claims of pain,Or fear, or doubt, or ugly old discouragementCome not from God.

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