The Aftermath

The hurricanes roll in, turbulent winds start to blow

Start preparing and gathering, seeking a safe place to go

Tucking yourself into a shelter, to protect you from the rain

Trying to tell yourself to breath, don’t panick, trying to calm your brain

You’re not sure what to expect, because the path could change

Weathermen cast their predictions, you begin to shuffle ans rearrange

Is there really sufficient preparation?

The worst part is the anticipation

Simply not knowing what may remain after the storm passes

People flock or flee, they go by the masses

Longing to be safe, leaving their possessions behind

Giving up all that has been labored for, to find peace of mind

If the storm passes or if it changes route

Hanging to every word, the weatherman projects out

So what if the worst does happen, how will you respond?

For me it already has taken place, another hurricane rolled in

For what I feared the most, has taken place, where do I begin

I’m left surveying the damage, trying to move on

Inside I am broken, left without a song

The grief and anxiety, I experience on a daily

Sometimes its light rain, sometimes its hailing

I’m left here, surveying all the damage

Of losing 3 of the most important men in my life, its alot to manage

For once this part has concluded, I’m left trying to rebuild

Not sure what to do, or where to start, trying not to move too fast and be still

What I know beyond any doubt is that God has a sovereign will

Nothing passes through his hands, without his final word

Even when the choices of others has impacted me, his perspective will preserve

He lifts me on his shoulders, and I see from his view

Feeling safe within his arms, with a love so pure and true

I’m learning a deeper level of trust with him, together we survey the damage

Of what has been lost, treasured and valued most

He is the one whom comforts me, in him I will boast

Through him, we will rebuild together and it will never look the same

Like rearranging furniture, some empty chairs remain

While others have moved closer, and others fill new seats

Some relationships in a distance, this is the process of grief

Learning to embrace the process, presents some growing pains

Like a woman giving birth, she positions herself to strain

Isaiah 66:9: I cling to it in this storm

He will not cause pain, without something new to be born

Lord help me to rebuild and protect my family, friends and marriage

I lean on you for guidance, to restore what has been damaged

I am a wounded warrior, renew in me a new song

Knowing there are seasons for everything, you will help me to move on