Monday, February 10, 2014


I love watching the ocean when it’s shrouded in mist
The horizon still sleeping till the sun blows a kiss
The gray waves now gentle still roll to the shore
In answer to the moon I can’t see any more.

Our lives are just like that, we have calm and then storms
But hovering above us are God’s open arms
He is there when we fear we’ll fall out of the boat
Or when waves are so high that we can’t stay afloat.

The mist hides our future and shields from alarm
And whatever God plans He wishes no harm
As the waves roll to shore regardless of storms
God continues to guide and He will lead us Home.

W.B Feb ‘14

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