They are THEIR waves, whether they break over us,
Hiding Their faces in smothering spray and foam;
Or smooth and sparkling, spread a path before us,
And to our haven bear us safely home.
They are THEIR waves, whether for our sure comfort
They walk 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 THEIR waves, whether we are hard-striving
Through tempest-driven waves that never cease,
While deep to deep with turmoil loud is calling;
Or at Their words they hush themselves in peace.
They are THEIR waves, whether They separate them,
Making us walk dry ground where seas had flowed;
Or lets tumultuous breakers surge about us,
Rushing unchecked across the only road.
They are THEIR waves, and They direct us through them;
So They have promised, so Their love will do.
Keeping and leading, guiding and upholding,
To Their sure harbor, They will bring us through.
By: Jennifer
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