Wednesday, May 15

STORM

As I praised the Sovereign God,
For His comfort, peace,
Goodness and grace amazing,

A leviathan storm appears from naught and strikes
All that on which I stand, shatters
I plunge into the cold, hard sea

Shocked beyond nightmare’s chill,
I flounder and flail
Grasping, pushing others down
That somehow I might breathe

Every stroke sinks me further
Each breath takes from another
Body ceases, ceases, ceases
Mind gradually releases to final rest

Head lifts, to take last breath
The storm is gone, and the night sky is beautiful

Then I see my Lord, my Lord!
Dry tears run rivers and body shakes immobile
Agony rips through and through
I had failed and denied my Lord

I am nothing below nothing
I bow my head, that I might sink to the depths

A hand. Lifts my chin
I see the face of my Lord
His glory blinds and burns my eyes
Yet I would gaze for eternity

My shepherd embraces me
I am at peace




yakob at 2:27 AM

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