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With Me Through the Storm

Poetry By: Sambelini
Religion and spirituality

I guess it's like a worship poem? I don't really know what to say...

Submitted:Jan 31, 2010    Reads: 189    Comments: 11    Likes: 5   

You gave me this broadsword
Because you knew there would be bouts

And you've given me your word
Because you knew I'd have my doubts
You gave me this umbrella
'Cause you saw the stormy night
And you've given me your promise
'Cause you knew I'd be alright

But I don't feel prepared
'Cause my umbrella's not enough
And I feel very scared
Because I do not feel your love
I feel tired and weary
'Cause this fight has been so long
But I know that you are with me
'Cause your promise keeps me strong

And in a time of trial
When my umbrella's not around
I don't know what you are thinking
And you're nowhere to be found
My heart is falling quickly
Though I know your promise stands
Even when I find my broadsword
Has just fallen from my hands

But sometimes I am blinded
By the pain that I can see
I need to be reminded
That you truly care for me
Send angels to my bedside, then
To sing your lullaby
And write again your promise, clear
Upon the darkened sky

And if the angels will not come
Or clouds refuse to hide,
Perhaps I'll feel that you're not there
Or I have been denied
Then, send to me your peacefulness
And give me hope renewed
These moments of my feebleness
Can easily be shooed

And now I find the storm has reached
Far deeper than my skin
And I feel so alone and breeched,
With restless storms within.
So I will then lose heart again,
And call you to my side
Or maybe I'll be angry now
And tell you that you've lied

So take me in your arms and say,
In words as soft as air,
You'll show me all the times you came
And saved me from despair.
But what if I'm not listening
Or I refuse to see?
Please don't send your chastening,
That doesn't work for me.

My child, I'll always give you
What I know you need the most

It's time you learned to look for me
Before you're off the coast.
And, yes, there will be struggles, child,
And, yes, there will be pain
But I'll be your umbrella, then
To shelter you from rain.

Sometimes you will have trouble
Understanding where you are
Because sometimes you are there to be
Your neighbour's northern star
When trials come please do not weep,
For I will be your guide
And don't forget my long lost sheep
Spread the whole world wide

I will protect you: that you know
But also, don't forget
That you cannot make it alone
For this I will not let
When your umbrella fails you
Or your broadsword breaks and bends
You'll have to share the other tools
That I gave to your friends.


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