Notes About The Poem
Written on November 12, 2023
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Seek Shelter
There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, 'Thy will be done,' and those to whom God says, 'All right, then, have it your way.' - C. S. Lewis
When my breath comes in gasps
And all my heart feels like it’s beyond repair,
Breaking like a fragment of glass,
Instead of the muscle that is more potent,
than any other force I have ever known…
Breathless from the climb up,
Across the leaf strewn trails and paths,
Puffing and wheezing and making believe
That I might have the strength, the power,
To risk all my hopes, my dreams, my believing,
For those precious moments of grace,
Those blessings that penetrate the very air,
Soothing away all my pride and conceit,
Causing me to imagine that I, yes – even I,
Have the depth, the reason, to reach beyond
The doubts, the fears and tears…
Into myself, where there is this heart,
A heart bound by hope and wired with light,
Light from the gentling of a love, a love so alive
It feels like a flame burning up my inner fears,
Singing grace through the darkest dreads,
Erasing the sorrows and risking the silence where…
My heart meets the One who breaks through my thoughts,
Embraces my soul with a love that sings hope,
A love that sways my dreams, abides like the joy it brings…
When I let it see through me, into that heart who believes,
The heart who needs to meet the One who feeds my very soul,
With love and light and tenderest hope, faith that knows,
Just knows…
When I seek shelter, it is Jesus – He is where I go,
The light that sends my heart assurance,
My soul a promise and a strength that abides…
His peace is the hint of reality that I need when I bleed…
Tears of doubt, tears of dread, tears so dark
They feel like they will leave me without a prayer,
Without a hope…
When I seek shelter, though, it is then that I surely know…
He is the love that is in control,
He is the hope that makes me whole,
He is the light where I’ll always go… when I need shelter…
From the sorrow, the storm, the eruption of mourning
Who leads me into a panic who doesn’t comprehend…
The love that forgives each and every sin,
The love that is Jesus, my heart’s best friend,
The love that has always been… the place where I go…
When I seek shelter from the raging wind.
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