We’ve often heard of the eye of the storm;
which refers to the middle of a hurricane;
the center in which peace and calm, form;
surrounded by death and destruction’s reign.
This eye is a metaphor of God’s creation;
disrupted by rebellions and treasons.
The Master surveyed and found causation;
and granted new life, in seasons.
The Master is a relentless, omnipotent storm;
tho the eye of his thought is peace;
to his love and providence, all must conform;
or experience his ultimate release.
All of life is an immutable part of his storm;
swimming in love to remain alive;
each particle of reality must be reborn;
in order that love will survive;
Tho we live in the midst of destruction;
we’re protected by the wall of his eye;
his power of peace prevents disruption;
insuring that our soul never dies.
The Master once addressed winds and sea;
imposing upon them, his will;
instead, He addressed the fears within me;
when He said, “Peace, be still.”
Don’t accept the lie that you’re lost;
don’t lose faith and become forlorn;
God’s sacrifice, paid all the cost;
and the Master’s in the eye of the storm.