Lost At Sea

Lost At Sea,
Blinded by the storm.
Hear my plea.
My spirit is worn.

Ship is swaying.
I did not foresee.
Alone I’m praying,
In sandy debree.

Waves of pain,
flood into me.
Blood now stains,
what used to be.

The person I knew,
and who I was.

Would I carry through?
Would the storm subdue?

Lost at sea.
My final plea.
Blinded by the storm.
My body is worn.

About to give in.
Can’t feel my skin.
Will the storm win?
Fill to the brim?

It’s past my chin.
Now hearing your voice.
Giving a choice.
Within I rejoice.

Sealed with protection,
loving connection.
He told me the way,
to escape that day.

Don’t look north, south,
nor east or west.
For God’s direction,
is not that quest.

If God is a direction,
just follow the Son.

Into the light,
Love from the one,
healing the pain,
Till there is none.

Equip yourself,
to overcome.
Healing for you.
Do not succumb.

Violence of the storm,
is not too deep,
not too loud now,
to hear your weep.

Heart is your compass,
follow it back.

Lost at sea.
No longer I plea.
Nearly back,
for land I can see.

Followed the path,
Light led the way,
Directions from He,
who set my life free.

July 3, 2008

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