My Weakened State
As the waves rush over
crashing down whatever is in its path
So do the things of this world
crash down, bruising and tearing my life
I struggle to get to calmer waters
only to be drug out again with the tide
Weak I grow with each attempt
growing so tired, my body becomes limp
Then like a mighty RAGE beneath me
I am thrown to shore where it is safe
My body battered and torn by the experience
shaky and trembling, I lay there to rest
Through the bleak coldness of the night
shelter is given me, by what I see not
Humbly I accept it, gratefully I cherish it
like a warm blanket made just for me
As the sun rises, and the sand warms
life returns to my soul and body
Strength builds ... and hunger increases
I set out looking to satisfy my being
My hunger is not for food of this world
it seeks a more gratifying feast not found here
No, not anywhere of this world, but in the WORD
there my spirit feeds and replenishes my soul
O’ Lord, for if you had not raised me from the depths
I would have surely perished
Your loving arm reached down and pushed me to safety
Your love called life back to my body
In you I live, through you I love
by your hand I wish to serve
With you I walk, and because of you I am
Thank you, Lord, thank you
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