Poetry

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When I find myself sailing
over troubled waters
and the great deep threatens
to swallow me,
I return in my soul
to the faith of my Fathers
to call upon Yahweh
Who rescues me.

Whether I survive
or not-
nothing matters.
He will be there
to strengthen me
to fight the good fight,
to stand in the battle
and to raise me again
should I fall to the sea.

In the midst of the storm
when the darkness rages,
I will call upon
Him-
The Ancient of Ages.
I will lift up my voice
in the midst
and sing praises
to Yahweh,
my Father,
the ALMIGHTY ONE,
For He is my strength
and my will to
fight on.

Eternal,
Almighty
Immutable
Unknowable
Invisible
Indivisible
Indestructible
Yet Merciful
Seeking fellowship
Extending friendship
Revealing mysteries
Choosing messengers
Raising Deliverers
Calling for sacrifices
Freewill offerings
Revealing His character
Through His Son
Redeeming His enemies
Holy One


I have walked with the Voice,
He has never yet failed me.
I have stumbled, perplexed
and waxed thin as a veil.
He refreshed me anew,
He has made me a sail.
In the maelstrom,
no fear,
He has taught me good cheer.
Weak and flawed though I am
by His might will I stand.

When the last trumpet sounds
And the King comes in glory
Surrounded by clouds-
All the chosen made holy.
When the Deceiver is bound,
That Enemy of Souls
Thrown by great chains
Into the Belly of Sheol,
l will sit at the table
Drink the fruit of the vine
With Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
New wine
Poured out in abundance
Eternally
To the former sea and the hinder sea,
A river flowing with living waters,
All creation REDEEMED
By the faith of my Fathers.

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