My Weary Soul

Sailing on the open sea

The storm clouds cover me.

Dark as the dead of night

The wind blows them into sight.

The little boat rocks violently

As I wonder where will I be.

As I am pushed from left to right

With so much fright.

I cling to the boat's side

As on the waves I ride.

They lap over and over me

So much I can hardly see.

Life is like a ship at sea

With sails torn as can be.

Struggling to find the shore,

And some safety once more.

Troubles often cover me

Like the waves on the sea.

I am tossed by trials day by day

Some nearly wash me away.

Then I look up and I can see

The hand of the Lord holding me.

He never let go of my little ship

Never did He forget or slip.

He knew the best way for me

Was through the vast open sea.

He held the little ship in place

As an anchor He was the brace.

No storm could take my soul

From the Lord's strong hold.

He knew all the time what it would take

For my soul one day to awake.

The Lord's sure touch on me

Will lead me for all eternity!

Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell

7-13-2003

5:05 PM

Painting by: Lena Ayer Kittrell

Midi "Amazing Faith" written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell