Poems, Prayers and Promises.
Ships of dust
We wonder through the shipyards,
Through the timber and the rope,
And the wisemen saw the longing in our eye's,
So they made for us a ship of dust,
With sails of trust,
And the shore behind us vanished into sky.
Now its been a long time since the sunset,
And a long time since the shore,
Its the time the old shipbuilders waited for.
There are wonders in the night,
strange shades of grey and light,
And I feel a strange new feeling in the air.
As waves breack over the prowl,
Wooden wheels and oaken rudders bend like grass against the sea,
The canvis fails and falls against all hope
while a feeling of dreid comes over me,
I hear a crack and a wrenching groan at my feet,
I want to flee as I know Im lost too the sea.
There is a strange new feeling in the rope,
I am climbing on the mast,
I see a trace of dawn at last.
Now the sun splits the horizan,
Where I thought the beach to be,
And the graveyard for the ships,
Now done with the sea.
Im on a sea of glass,
The light is more then sun can pass,
The deck is turning silver under me.
Sweet stars mark my mind,
Fair winds I will find,
I'm Sailing Your source,
I am homeward.
Testamony
Tis a fine thing, A testimony
I have but little left of mine,
I am weak knee's like water,
Yet it is water that bore the weight of the Son of Man.
How O Lord my God do I walk as He did?
Tis my hope and prayer,
Tis my need to walk as He did,
But not for me but Thee,
My God my source of every good thing,
Yet knee's like water they support me.
I bare the burdon's of my own making,
While God you are here I am praying,
O hear my prayer's as I long to be worthy,
There is strangth in the water,
I will go forth as a testamony,
As a testamony is a witness to thy Grace and power.
Why O lord am I weak?
As I know Thee,
I have felt Thy tender mercies,
I am so far from Thee,
I shall not rest til I might walk,
As Thy Son did apon my own Galalee.
The Darkest Night
My footsteps traced the moonlite shore;
As Darkness settled into night.
The angry waves began to roar;
The wind rushed through with all its might.
It seems as if the wrath of God;
Had asked the waves to hide Hif face.
The dark forbodings of the night;
Had settled all about this place.
Mine eye's could see no stars in sight;
Reflecting on the ocean floor.
And every single trace of light;
Had fled away- to shine no more.
Why does He hide His face from me;
Does He not hear my troubled call?
The wicked waves that rock the sea;
Engolf my soul, that I might fall.
The storm, it seems- has reached its height;
How long, O Lord, must I endure?
I've suffered far into the night;
It seems as if my fate is sure.
The pitch-dark sky was dark as coal;
No light, no comfort given me.
But Jacob-like, my wrestleing soul;
Would not suffer til made free.
My Lord, I will not let thee go;
Until assurance I do find.
Your secret blessing I must know;
To soothe my anxious, troubled mind.
God's Answer
I the Lord have heard your plea;
Your cry has found its way to Me.
The darkness which has dimmed your sight;
Will only last through this darl night.
I made the world, I hold the Earth;
I caused your mother to give you birth.
I made the ocean, I calm the sea;
I caused the darkness in fright to flee.
The sun appears to shed no light;
But shine it does- though hid from sight.
Though now it be eclipsed by pain;
It shall come back to you again.
Yes, in the end, the daylight breaks;
The waves are smoothed across the sea.
A stronger faith the darkness makes;
The storm has drawn you close to Me.
By Chrissy
