He lifted me up

Through the years of my toil, I tasted this life’s bitter pill
as by night I’d toss and turn, ‘ere my soul at last was well.

Though I stood calling, I still seemed so alone;
and though I knelt praying, my life was so undone.

I watched as murky mists did part and peered with pounding heart

to see the king, alight the path and breach the fallen rampart.
Though the tides pushed back, He bade me, walk the track:
o’er the waves, my homeward tack, to cast aside my leaden sack.

Though I’ve tried, reasoning, I have found no sense;
but by His call heeding, I am recompensed.

Waves still tried to take me down, so surely I’d have drowned
but looking up, at last I found, hope that seeks a royal crown.
Firm against the tempest flare, He prevails as none compare;
to keep us, from here to there, on this road he cares to share.

Now I see the distant shore, thence my soul be daily drawn
to my savior’s faithful call - amid that great, assembled roar.

Though I’ve sighed, stumbled, I never felt alone,
for the whispers, of my King, will surely lead me home.


(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.net