maybe if i sleep now the day will be over
and perhaps i can pretend things didn’t happen
i am reminded to spend time praying
and to find true rest in my soul
for
waves that have come crashing
reminded me how insufficient i am
waves that wouldn’t give a second thought
of what is being crushed underneath
‘all your waves and breakers have swept over me.’ psalm 42:7
they are his waves
whether they break over us
hiding his face in smothering spray and foam
or smooth and sparkling
spread a path before us
and to our haven bear us safely home
they are his waves
whether for our sure comfort
he walks across them
stilling all our fear
or to our cry there comes no aid nor answer
and in the lonely silence none is near
they are his waves
whether we are hard striving
through tempest driven waves that never cease
while deep to deep with turmoil loud is calling
or at his word they hush themselves in peace
they are his waves
whether he separates them
making us walk dry ground where seas had flowed
or lets tumultuous breakers surge about us
rushing unchecked across our only road
they are his waves
and he directs us through them
so he has promised
so his love will do
keeping and leading
guiding and upholding
to his sure harbour
he will bring us through
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