There are times life
has no meaning
Like a ship that’s
tempest tossed
Without sail or sturdy
rudder
In the darkness can be
lost.
What seemed once a
sunny future
With a vision bright
and clear
Quickly turns to
disappointment
From a sudden wave of
fear.
Broken dreams can break
the spirit
When all hope seems
torn away
And the soul cries out
in anguish
For some light along
the way.
Then a voice speaks
through the darkness
As the Captain calms
the storm
Bringing back the
broken vessel
Till she lands safe on
the shore
Now I find when trouble
threatens
To destroy my trust in
Him
I just call out to my
Captain
To control my life
within.
--B. Pent
1 comment:
I love this poem!
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