Amidst my life, the world explodes
I see my plans and hopes erode
Assumptions break apart as glass
Swirling down into a dark morass
A Specter through this vortex hovers
Darkened clouds pull back the covers
A deadly phantom, now no stranger
Yet where I sit I know no danger
God turns this darkest night to dawn
Though death trumps his mortal pawn
The reaper grins with ghastly glower
But his cursed bell is null of power
Death's knell last pealed at Calvary
When Christ arose to set us free
From His broken tomb away we fly
Beyond the glint of fading sky
Jesus Who died bids me be wise
So from my ends a victor rise
The stormy eye that threatens me
Shall be slain by faith it cannot see
Mark Walters
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eye-of-the-storm-13/
