Monday, August 22, 2011

By Halves

The storms brew,
Around His redeemed;
Yet what is that to him?
For after it has passed:
He is not only alive,
But he is standing!
It has neither killed,
Nor shaken him,
His feet are as firm,
As ever they were:
In praise of Him,
Who does not deliver
By halves.

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