Praise #64


You were there,   O Mighty One,

in the midst of my drop zone

holding the net to break my fall

You were there, O Lord

even when I tried to turn up the volume

the sun dial’s maul

trying to drown you out,

didst Thou so prevail


Peace like a mad river

flowed in upon a contrite heart

my broken spirit

He fixed aright 

Now it weighs on hard rock

nestled and secure

not weak

not flesh

no undulating in the current

underground, nor boiling

 

The Lord standing in His greatness, 

supreme 

dawning on new days

inviolate

waiting for the next heart to grow

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