Sunday, March 01, 2009

Poetry Sunday~ My Father

My Father

He strives to walk along the sand

with all his might he takes a stand.

Raises up one swift hand

He smites the sea; he smites the land

He cowers not to you or me.

Behold his love! Behold his glory!

Turn the page of inner fury

He rises up above the waves;

thrashing down the light that saves.

Scanning all the open shore

the beacon shines forevermore

He is my Father strong and pure

The Light that sits; awaits his call

Amid the storm to rise and fall

The lighthouse stands strong and tall

To guide one home through it all!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you Joni.

The week started out with some unforeseen problems. This definitely helps.