The Harbor

THE HARBOR

 

 

Stormy great swelling surf and tugging treacherous tide…

 battering at my tiny ship a sail upon life's sea.

I often feel so beaten by the waves that buffet me.

 

Sometimes the circumstantial waters heave my tiny craft about…

until I'm totally exhausted and my strength has all run out.

 

It is then I seek for refuge… a little bit of solid ground…

But in this relentless sea of life…

is there shelter to be found?

 

What seems to be a haven from the raging storm…

a place to find tranquility… to feel safe, secure, and warm…

 

Turns out instead to only be a plod of sinking sand! 

I seek in desperation…

But I find no land!

 

White light!   Look up!

 

Descending in the clouds above… is the only Harbor...

In His Hands of Love!

 

 

Bonnie Marie 5-88
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