Distressed, disturbed, maligned and grieving,
Tortured and suffering beyond believing;
My goal an ever more distant shore
That I can’t discern with my sight anymore.
Fighting against the surging tide
With all my hopeless and helpless pride;
Until I prayed;
And lo, though the shore remains shrouded in time
And satisfaction ultimately may not be mine,
I find myself calm on the stormy sea
When the peace that passes understanding comes from thee.
Though all I desire and long to regain
May never return, you can still soothe my pain
By the presence of you as you answer my prayer
With the calm assurance that I remain in your care.
Thank you, Lord Jesus. Amen
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