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!
Thank you Joni.
ReplyDeleteThe week started out with some unforeseen problems. This definitely helps.
Raven