He came to bring the Mourners Joy

For we that are in this Tabernacle do groan, being Burdened: not for that we would be Unclothed, but Clothed upon, that Mortality might be swallowed up of Life.

The Sky is heavy with Clouds, the blue Tent of the Sky is hard to see. But above the Clouds shines a bright and friendly Eye.

The Storm rages with it’s enormous Power, and the Night is dark as Pitch. But though my Soul trembles, it knows there is a Saviour above it all.

The Storm would gladly enter into the Father’s House. But with His Power He stills it, until according to His Time He wants to unfetter it.

The Earth is like a leaky Boat to me, threatening to break up and sink beneath me. I stand, facing upward with one Foot on the Rim.

If You command it Lord, I take Your Hand and without a backward glance swing up, up and shout for Joy: Land!

I would gladly, O so very gladly come to You! But if You leave me here in the dark and stormy Nights, hold my Soul and do not let go!

Keep my Soul that it may be faithful through the Tempests and dark Nights, true to Your Mercy and Grace, until You call: Come now! the Time is right! come now faithful Servant! Amen.