(A Psalm of Grievance: the cry for relief.)
My trials are many and heavy,
Seemingly never to end.
Will the tempest toss
And breakers rage forevermore,
As one by one the waves come
Crashing o'er the shore?
The tide-swell is ominous,
The howling winds blow.
And lurking beneath the surface
Is a subtle undertow.
But God's voice, all-powerful,
Creates a calm in me
As his Spirit 'pon the waters
Stills the raging sea.
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