From Above
From above, the dove descending,
In a nightmare neverending,
Even to my person wending,
Through the clouds in blackest hue.
From above, the heaven leaning,
Clouds in sombre colours screening,
In a tempest sore demeaning,
Now a precious hope in view!
From above, a voice to rally,
Even from Gehenna’s alley,
Even from the ghosts that sally,
Through the shipwrecks in the blue.
From above, a presence gentle,
Through the storming elemental,
Providence so instrumental,
Beams of light proceeding through.
From above, divine protection,
Through the weather’s insurrection,
Giving me a new direction,
To the Jesus that I knew…
