Be still

Traveling with you on this boat called life. Waves sometimes crashes, the boat sways and rocks. I'm standing there scared and confused. Lord help it's to much.

My son my son you softly speak. Why do you fear, when I'm here.

Lord this life these waves, surly I will crash.

Just follow me, follow my voice.

But the thunder the lightning they roar in my ear.

Focus on me I'll make things clear.

Gripping the boat in the mits of it all, thrown around, slips and fall. I shut my eyes and wait for your will.

Then all has stopped you spoke..... Be still.

The stormy grip has been released, the roars the waves all has ceased. Eyes are opened with joy and love. One true gift that's from above.

Man can do what he thinks will stop a storm, man can scream and fight but to only waste time and his energy . But no storm is to great for the lord. For even the devils tremble at the sound of his name. What power and authority. Yet so much love, joy, peace. Words a man can't even think of to describe such greatness. Without the father,son,and holy spirit........ There is nothing.

The boat would have no captain, floating aimlessly. Our body's a shell, our minds empty, our emotions emotionless.

I pray the lord is in control of your life. I pray he is leading you. I pray he is on your hearts thrown, your lord, your personal savior. Because at the end of the storm, the boat will sink, only he can be your life jacket. Are you wearing him?

I love you lord. Please forgive us, please show us mercy. I know you are true to your word, you never change it or bend it.

You are the way the truth and the life❤️

"The stormy grip has been released, the roars the waves all has ceased. Eyes are opened with joy and love. One true gift that's from above."

I especially love this line! It reminds me of Chapter 31 of C. S. Lewis Screwtape Letters where one devil writes to another about the death of a Christian during WWII England:

"No gradual misgivings, no doctor's sentence, no nursing home, no operating theatre, no false hopes of life; sheer, instantaneous liberation. One moment it seemed to be all our world; the scream of bombs, the fall of houses, the stink and taste of high explosive on the lips and in the lungs, the feet burning with weariness, the heart cold with horrors, the brain reeling, the legs aching; next moment all this was gone, gone like a bad dream, never again to be of any account."

I really enjoy your work.

Thank you for reading, I am thankful that you enjoyed it. Praise be to the lord for the gifts he gives us

I hadn't read your poem before I wrote mine. See how similar. I didn't realize I had picked the same theme!

I enjoyed reading your poem, Im thankful you had a similar theme ☺️

aww this is so beautiful I love the last part.

you're a great poet @Talljake

Why thank you. Thank you for the encouragement today.