Tears on the surface
Peace flows underneath
The perfect storm is raging
Rock of Christ underneath my feet
Rest is not found in my circumstances
Rest is found in my God
Fully man, fully divine
Whose feet this earth has trod.
One thing He requires of me
Obedience, yet not blind
Choosing to trust His unfailing love
Through trials, character is refined.
Stillness in the inward parts.
Faith thou hast desired.
Trusting Him to see me through
As mysteries transpires.
Nothing I will experience
Nothing I will see
That hasn't been measured and sifted
God knows what is best for me.
original poem 11/2009 BGH
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That's really pretty. =3 Hope you find your other poems!
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