Saturday, November 13, 2010

Poem I wrote this year: "Waves"

Waves

He beckoned me into the ship
to go forward while he stayed
I did not know this while I sailed:
He knelt and earnestly prayed

The ship went into the midst of the sea
Tossing with the waves
The wind was blowing against my face
Whispering “face your grave”

It seemed so long that I fought so hard
To keep the ship afloat
Then, exhausted, in body and in mind
I thought I saw a ghost

But straightway Jesus spoke to me
And said, “Be of good cheer.”
“It is I; be not afraid.”
But I could not help but fear

I wasn’t sure it was my Lord
I thought he’d left me alone
I did not know that while I tossed
In tears his prayers were sown

I said, “If It is really you
Call me to your side.”
Now to the point if it was not Him
I cared not if I died.

“Come” He said
So out of the ship I carefully climbed down
But as I did the waves and wind
Taunted, “You will surely drown.”

Sinking, I cried, “Lord, Save me” and
 I felt a hand reach me.
I did not know that as I feared
He was next to me on the sea.

He asked me why I lost my faith
But then stayed with me still
As we entered in the boat
I knew, now, he was real.

The wind stopped blowing, the waves were still
Now everything was new
I had no doubts, I felt his love
And my faith and knowledge grew

I declared his praise, I spoke the truth
To my new captain and my guide,
You are the Lord, the the son of God,
And he took me to the other side.

Now when I doubt and hear the wind
Accuse me of no hope
I know that he is on his knees
As I sail in life’s rowboat

And if one day he beckons me
To come to him nearer still
May I know that no matter what I see
His hand is there to feel

And one day there will be a time
That he will join me in the boat
And we will sail on silky seas
With Grace keeping us afloat

Until I reach the other side
Where wind no longer blows
But the river brings refreshment
And for eternity it flows.

There I will proclaim the truth,
And have no need for faith
Cause as we sing, “Behold the Lamb”
I will see him, face to face.



Painting by my Mom, Dot Courson

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