Storms of
circumstances
waves of 'if'
and 'then'
unrelenting in
their promise,
that tomorrow
is my end.
If anchored in
the sands
of
things that I now see,
my life will
surely blow off course,
wreck, and
sink beneath the sea.
Yet God shows
His hand now present
and gives me
eyes to see,
that
despite the fury of the storm,
He is right
here next to me.
Jesus is there
in the future
just past the
veil of time,
this Hope the
anchor of the soul
the strength I
seek to find.
Endurance for
the race
doesn't grow
on glassy seas,
the discipline
of storms
is what forms
this gift in me.
By fixing firm
my eyes
on Him Who
endured the shame,
of laying down
His life for me,
so that I
might do the same.
Hebrews 6:19 Hebrew 12:1-3