Unnamed Poem -- The Storm

Last week, I was quite (that's for you, Megan!) blessed to attend a Church Reunion.  I got to meet up with friends I see all the time and friends I see only once or twice a year.  We met together with the understanding of seeking the Lord to grow closer to Him.  Many of us found roadblocks that we needed to get rid of in order to grow closer to Him.  I know I certainly did.
    I've been struggling with a health problem that takes a good toll on my energy reserves, and before last week I was nervous about the Reunion because of this.  I didn't want to get going for the first half of the week and crash for the second half, especially since I had a lot to do the second half of the week.
   This came to me on Friday.

I looked at the storm as the waves crashed high;

Fear entered my heart; I let out a cry:

"Father, send forth Your Spirit!  I need you now!

O, Lord, grant me courage -- where art Thou?"

The water was rising, coming so fast;

I wanted a shelter, a strength that would last.

I needed hope; my faith was gone,

And then I turned, and there stood the Son.

He beckoned and called to me -- "Child, come here,

For where is My Spirit, then I am near...

You were never alone, My child so dear,

So take heart My child; never thou fear."

I stepped on the water; at first I stood...

I kept my eyes on Jesus, so good,

But soon I had turned, and I started to sink.

He reached out His hand, just on the brink.  

"O, thou of small faith," the Father cried out,

"For here where I am, fear is not allowed.

Take courage, My child, and know that I stand,

Only and ever on God's holy right hand."

June 17th, 2016