Friday, August 28, 2009

My Gyroscope.


Lord, You are my Gyroscope
You help me stay afloat
Through stormy seas.

You would have me rejoice
And raise up my voice
To You in praise.

The waves now are so high
I know that You are nigh
Let me see You Lord.

You are saying ‘Peace be still’
This surely is Your will
I will rest in You.

I accept all at Your hand
It is just what You had planned
So I yield to You.

©2009 Wyn Barratt

1 comment:

Marja said...

Great metaphor Wyn, thank you dear!