Just For You Poetry

A way? or The Way. by J316, on Flickr

Easy, 'tis, to praise Your name
when well it goes the flow
within our lives, Your blessings felt,
and with smiles we praise You so.

With ease we lift up praise to You
while storms are held at bay.
We say we're in Your perfect will
when Your bounty's on display.

But what of times when thunders roar
and choppy seas us seize?
When leisure ripped from out of hands,
and trials drive us to our knees?

Comfort torn, waylaid by strife,
but still I praise You, and all the more,
though tribulations wrack my soul,
it is You, Lord, I adore.

I know it rains on rich and poor,
this mortal life, so given;
but thankful am I, and all the more,
to know I've been forgiven.