Denizen of a
gentler world
gliding
through the sea
on wings
equipped for water,
why couldn't
it be me?
For I am
here in cold thin air,
within a
raging storm,
and there
you play, in fluid sways
safe and
free from harm.
Within
life's storms I've often yearned
for a place
where peace is King
where ill
tidings still may come,
but can no
turmoil bring.
That place
is found in Jesus
not around
Him on the shore,
He's given
faith to let us in
to dwell in
Him ever more
yet my
tendency's to surface
oft' ignore
His precious grace
still His
peace is there, as is the air
when we
humbly seek His face.