I thought I’d be swept out to sea
If I stood on that shore,Lost to the turbulence of life
And heard from never more.
I felt the waves tug at my feet,
Drawing me out to sea.
I knew if I did not find help
There’d be no hope for me.
And so I called out through the waves,
Salt tears burning my eyes,
“Oh Lord You are my only hope
Of seeing clearer skies.”
The crashing waves rose up again
Then fell back from the shore
And I stood firmly on a rock
I had not seen before.
Now I no longer fear the waves
Or the wild, churning sea,
For I live my life on The Rock
And He will shelter me.
Psalm 31:2
Turn your ear to me, come quickly to my rescue; be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me.
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