She hath wings

From my heart came a cry,

Which You helped me share in words;

When I was weak and crushed,

You helped me recognise the storm.

Not from You, but for good-

You allowed this storm to come;

Though it damaged, You restored,

As I came to rest in You.

Many lessons to embrace-

Some still to come as yet-

But as I move on from this place,

Your blessings I will not forget.

For I know it is You,

Who has made me walk again-

Unentangled, gaining strength;

I long for the prize once more.

Trusting You and letting go,

My will is dying- Yours I take-

My strength from You, the glory Yours-

I thank the One who calms the storm.

© M. Patterson 1999