Tranquility Tonight
God tells me not to worry and to place my trust in him,
though my faith is strong as oak or steel,
sometimes I'm weak within.
I'm told he has a plan for me that only I can know,
but waiting for his answered prayer
is like waiting for grass to grow.
Here I am, Lord, down on hands and knees,
asking you to lift these burdens,
plaguing me.
Although it seems like you're a dream I can never quite discern,
my mind and soul help me uphold,
it's you, for whom I yearn.
As a runner for the finish line and a pilot towards a beacon,
to land his plane on safe terrain,
and birds return each season.
Though lost, alone and sojourning in this land we don't belong,
I keep my eyes upon the prize,
of that home for which we long.
Each step I take and stumble, like a child's first cradle crawl,
I lift and stretch and try to catch,
your smiling face before I fall.
With faith much like a mustard seed, growing in your Light,
I only ask, please let me bask,
in tranquility tonight.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2023
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