Friday, February 25, 2011

Stormy Night

My heart state...heavy,
the weary loads...many,
trying hard to be good,

to the needy I gave food.

I'm stuck at crossroads,
Lord, on life's boat I row.

Now comes the storm on a cold windy night,
over-awing my little self, burden's never light,
rowing and paddling with all my might,
On a cold stormy windy black night.

Sobbing and crying and wailing like a child,
every passing second only got wild,
then I gave in to the wicked empty sea,
Do what you must...and please do it fast!

Just when I thought all hope was lost,
on life's stormy windy sea, forgot,
came a soft gentle voice amidst my thoughts,
saying with ease, "I won't mess with your will",
...all I'm saying is Peace Be Still."


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