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Standing

Standing
watching the churning sea,
smelling the salt tang
waiting as the storm clouds gather
I pray.

Gazing at Cypress Point
realizing
the length of time
that old tree has clung
to its rocky perch,
I ask for direction.

Through the dark threat
of fear and doubt,
a beam of light
slices through the dense rain
bringing a full rainbow
arcing across the evening sky,
I wait for reasurrance.

The Lord God,
Most High
Creator of the Universe
loves His child
enough to provide
a solution to my problems - my sinful nature.
God gave His only son -
His most precious love -
as a one time sacrifice
which continues to welcome
anyone who believes in Him.

Standing on the crumbling edge,
I hear my answer
and know
that God was, is and always will be.

No one has the power to wrench me from Him
So now I
stand waiting, watching, praying
for His guidance
protection
merciful grace.
Giving thanks always
Rejoicing in His power and grace.
Hoping in the bright future of living with Him forever.


                               

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