I stood upon the windy shore
And watched the waves rush in.
Unrelenting in their fierce quest,
To sweep the beach again.
That each day those great waves
Will sweep back down upon the shore,
But knowing never saves.
Is His work on display,
But faith is trusting when He says
What’s unseen’s on its way.
When you stand in the storm,
But He’s calmed the waves more than once.
Let faith become your norm.
Is a promise away.
He’s standing by you on that shore,
He hears you when you pray.
We see it in our mind,
But if He says it’s on its way,
It will be there to find.
Asking within His will.
Then don’t be too surprised to see
The tempest growing still.
He made the storm to be still, and the waves of the sea
were hushed.
But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one
who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind.
Wednesday, August 26, 2026
In Faith, Not Doubt
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