I’ve been a witness to the stormy seas; fear, distress, it overtook me.
It took me to a place unknown; a dark uncertainty, seems no control.
My knuckles white, as my grip tightens, unto the earthly vessel; wrong faith to hold.
My head slowly lifts to the heavens held dear; crying out for my Father’s Will.
His loving kindness calmed the seas, while guiding me to where I need to be.
He always proves faithful in my stormy seas; even when I trust in worldly things
Rather in Him WHO’s love is complete.
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