written by Helen Steiner Rice
In the center of the flame, there is a hollow place,
And nothing can burn in this sheltered space.
For the fire builds a wall, scientific fact claims,
And ensures a safe area in the midst of the flames.
And in the hurricane's fury there's a center of peace
Where the winds of destruction suddenly cease.
And the same truth prevails in life's tribulations,
There's an island of calm in the soul's meditations-
A place that is quiet where we're shielded from harms,
Secure in the haven of a kind Father's arms.
Where the hot flames of anger have no power to sear
And the high winds of hatred and violence and fear
Lose all the wrath and their savage course
Is softly subdued as faith weakens its force.
So when the fires of life burn deep in your heart
And the winds of destruction seem to tear you apart,
Seek that small haven and be guided by prayer
To that place of protection within God's loving care.
In the center of the flame, there is a hollow place,
And nothing can burn in this sheltered space.
For the fire builds a wall, scientific fact claims,
And ensures a safe area in the midst of the flames.
And in the hurricane's fury there's a center of peace
Where the winds of destruction suddenly cease.
And the same truth prevails in life's tribulations,
There's an island of calm in the soul's meditations-
A place that is quiet where we're shielded from harms,
Secure in the haven of a kind Father's arms.
Where the hot flames of anger have no power to sear
And the high winds of hatred and violence and fear
Lose all the wrath and their savage course
Is softly subdued as faith weakens its force.
So when the fires of life burn deep in your heart
And the winds of destruction seem to tear you apart,
Seek that small haven and be guided by prayer
To that place of protection within God's loving care.
3 comments:
I've been to this place Dianne. I know it well. Thanks for sharing.
Sheryl
Guess your liking storms and loving the Lord has helped you write a poem that will and has touched peoples lives. Thanks for being my example of a faithful Christian Mother,Sister and Friend. I am blessed to call you my Sister twice !
Just so everyone knows I did not write the poem. Helen S.Rice did.
I read it with my devotions one day and thought it would be a blessing to a friend having a hard week. I never expected to see it on the blog. I'm sorry. The extent of my poem writing is "Roses are red violets are blue". Wait I think someone already wrote that one too. Love you!
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