The Sea
My heart is as the very sea,
Ripped with storm and tempest tossed,
Subject to the winds am I
As down they wail and calm is lost.
My heart is as the very sea,
Ripped with storm and tempest tossed,
Subject to the winds am I
As down they wail and calm is lost.
Shriek and moan they call
And I fear, I tremble, I quail.
All around me they howl
And within my breast my heart doth fail,
And I fear, I tremble, I quail.
All around me they howl
And within my breast my heart doth fail,
Until a voice speaks
Still and small, but a voice that fills,
To calmness now it beckons me
I hear His voice, and peace, I am still.
Thora
4/11/13
Still and small, but a voice that fills,
To calmness now it beckons me
I hear His voice, and peace, I am still.
Thora
4/11/13
1 comment:
Oh my goodness, Thora. This is beautiful. Thank you.
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