The Key

Those raging waters caress my soul, so many are here waiting, as His words unfold. Hidden treasures that lie within, silently manifest, again, and again. Joyful faces unknown by miles, suddenly familiar with their journeys trials. Searchers of peace stand side by side, awaiting an answer to simplify. Graspers of riches, they have no rules, much like a thief, taking all they can use. Desperate is the path of a poor hungry man, survival the key in every land. Locked from the place where comfort dwells, seeking refuge from the flooding swells. Mountains so high they take your breath, never to be climbed all by yourself. The key to a good heart, was created with love, understanding will be given from God above. Those raging waters such a powerful thing, all made possible from our Heavenly King.