The Storm Is Over

The Storm is Over (Thoughts on the Doctrine of Propitiation), by John Rush

I had gone away. I strayed off.
Home and safety and warmth of love
Were nowhere in sight. My dark path
Split and split again, and above
Me rolled the distant clap of wrath
From Heaven.

He was angry, but He was right.
Criminal, Rebel, Fugitive
Were my names. And in the true sight
Of God, I had no right to live.
I tried to run, and found no light
From Heaven.

His wrath raged. His glory thundered.
Flashing fury burst and vanished.
Faltering, fleeing, I pondered
My soul’s lost state. I was banished
From Him. Alone, I now wandered
From Heaven.

He was upon me now. Judgment
Rained around me. Holy, pure, white,
God came. I knew this surely meant
My end was near--eternal night.
I fell. He spoke. The verdict sent
From Heaven.

I raised my hands to stop the gale
By works, effort, and religion.
But my striving was sure to fail.
Too sinful was my condition!
His judgment continued to hail
From Heaven.

But, through the flashes, I could view
A crucified and bleeding Form
Raising His two hands. Then I knew
That only He could calm the storm
That crashed, and fell, and justly flew
From Heaven.

“Peace be still!” I could hear Him say.
“It is Finished!” I heard Him cry.
Only the Son of God could pay
My sin debt. And now I see why
He is the Life, the Truth, and Way
To Heaven.

I knelt down with great hope and fear,
In repentance and faith to trust
Him only. God’s great love came near
To make me live--to make me just.
My sins are gone. My way is clear
To Heaven.

His storm broke up and rolled away.
Each day, in Christ, I now abide.
Above me is the clear, blue day.
I know His wrath is satisfied.
Secure in Christ, I’m on my way
To Heaven.

The Storm is over.