Though I see the sun shining where I am- The rumbles of dark clouds hurt my ears- Voices of those in the path of the storm Questioning, crying “Why?” with hot tears. The cardiac pressure rises, yet again; How can I diffuse this tormenting pain - Metastasized across countless hearts- Trust shattered by sin and its shame?

Seven years ago on October 6, about 7:00 pm, the parsonage caught on fire while we were home. We did not have renter’s insurance…

Grace to mourn the absence Of past gifts from His hand; Grace to grow strong in the Lord With faith and courage to stand. -jlw