While working this morning I heard the first line of this poem begin when I soon realized I was seeing a vision of myself rooted in a deep bed of soil in a field.

 

A heavy wind began to blow, and my hair was every which way with the wind, but I remained upright despite what seemed like tornado activity. The wind could not blow me over.

 

Hallelujah!

 

My feet never came out of the soil and I realized Christ Jesus to which I’m grounded was fully able to keep me in any storm.

 

Positioned I am for exploits grand

If I keep steady, His mission at hand

For it will require an endurance race

So keep up the training required by His grace.

 

When the winds blow, keep faith in tow

His roots they are deep and strong don’t you know

Immovable you are when rooted in Christ.

No matter the wind and no matter the price.

 

Wait for dear Jesus to cease that ole’ storm

For even the wind obeys when He warns

And you’ll surely see that you do stand strong

Positioned with Christ, the Master of all.