Isaiah 25:4 For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.
Can we look back in our lives when the Lord gave us strength when we needed it most, recalling the storms that nearly broke us, and God delivered us.
Jesus is still mending lives. Trust Him.
Til’ the Storm Passes By
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In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face, — While the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place. — Mid the crash of the thunder, — Precious Lord, hear my cry, — Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
CHORUS:
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more, — Till the clouds roll forever from the sky; — Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,—Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
Many times Satan whispered, "There is no need to try, — For there's no end of sorrow, there's no hope by and by" — But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I'll rise — Where the storms never darken the skies.
When the long night has ended and the storms come no more, — Let me stand in Thy presence on the bright peaceful shore; — In that land where the tempest, never comes, — Lord, may I Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.
Mosie Lister
Ideas for this unprofitable blog are taken from The Sermon Notebook—Biblical resources for preachers and teachers of the word of God. They allow these sermons to be used as the Lord leads but not for profit.
