Monday, April 3, 2017

Faith

Leaving the boat,
Out onto the waves
I reach out my hand to take Yours.
You calm and assure me,
Encourage and call me
To stand on faith, preserved.

Cupping my face,
In Your nail-pierced hands,
You call me through my wanderings.
Your gentle love covers me,
Your gentle rod leads me,
And someday, You'll welcome me Home.

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