Amazing Grace

The night is dull, full of much gloom,

With bitter winds whistling in doom,

Soaring and roaring, filling the room,

Fierce as zooming witch on a broom.

Strongly buffeted by the howling storm,

The frosted windows confirmed its grip.

The shaking house is no longer a dorm,

To us, the adults and babies in the crib.

I was met with a sea of mixed fears,

My voice, faint, devoid of emotions,

My eyes riveted on my face with tears,

I prayed with the sincerest devotions.

Lord, make the storm a fading leaf,

And do quiet the tempest in our life,

Let the night be very frail and brief

In its deadly fury without due strife.

The night wore on, the day sets in,

The love of the Lord in us now glows.

No matter sunshine or torrential rain,

We are in His good Care and it shows.

He leads us in flower strewn pathways,

As His children, we seek His Embrace,

We fear not troubles, nights and days,

We have the Lord and His Saving Grace.