The Turbulent Deep

And lo, again I pass through,

mired deep in that swampy brood

Colors bright the imagination streams,

yet gloomy patterns negate my dreams

Visions of darkness deep within,

not only myself, but all boys and men

Careless heartache of my own design

found footing and purchase where love resigns

Moments of warmth and sunlight shine;

fleeting, evaporating, leaving this grip of mine

I cry out and beg You hear—

Take from me this poisoning fear

I slip and stumble on the rock

My words are muddled, callous talk

Even to You, when I cry out in pain,

decrying this life as faith starts to wane

And lo, again I pass through

the place where faith is again made new

Should I never falter and cry,

I’d know not the joys of high

Loudly and boldly, I call to the sky

Gently and softly, You whisper why

Faith is made for weakened men

Hope is found in darkened dens

And lo, awaits a place on high

for every weary and troubled eye

And lo, awaits a placid sleep

for those who sail the turbulent deep

Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him.- James 1:12

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