The brevity of life shifts with the sand
As with the tide the waves so bend.
Further, further out to sea flows the hand
Of prosperity to plunder at depth’s end
To return unexpectedly upon the land
There to reap to apprehend, nay to pretend
With benevolence, a harvest to demand.
Churning discord from the deep thrashes
Wildly so to seek, the lives of men to steal;
Warning not its hapless meal;
Higher, higher one must flee the outstretched
Arms of poverty there to stand in defiance
Of hopelessness and self-reliance.
Search ye must for the Fallen, so to save
From the grave, lest they stumble in
The darkness, lonely and afraid.
Many, many souls are lost from this
Our dying world, never shall we again
Embrace the innocence of bliss.
Turned from hours into days our memories
Etched with grief display an embrace
That once was, and that will someday be
Waiting for us in eternity.
Though the earth gives way, and the mountains
Fall into the sea, though its waters churn with foam,
We are not alone, “The Lord of hosts is on our side,
Our safety to secure; the God of Jacob is for us,
A refuge strong and sure.”
We walk by faith into tomorrow uncertain of the day,
Yet, our Good Shepherd, Christ our Lord is protecting us
All the way. He sustains us daily by His grace, this joy
We often know; though even in our darkest hours
He’s present where we go.
Our Shepherd leads us gently home over mountains
And valleys low; though evil all around us lurks
All eager to devour, we tremble not; we fear no ill
For our salvation, Christ fulfilled.
Jonathan M. Bellmann
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