Abba Father,
The sun has yet to rise,
No lightening off the far horizon,
And I’m here—
Awake.
Sitting by the dark Sea,
Waves black froth tipped lace,
Delicate touch–
Dangerous.
Heavier my heart than my need,
For rest or sleep or relief,
Pain and anger—
Toxic.
There’s not enough water,
To wash away my fears or tears,
Or life’s stains—
Permanent.
My soul cries out “Abba Father! “,
You hear me, I know,
I wait for You—
Waves cover.
Cold, dark and wet they pull,
Moving me deeper into the Sea,
I am going under—
Your hand.
Plucks me out of danger quick,
Settles me inside drying,
Assuring but stern—
I know better.
To give Evil such opportunity,
To feed my fears and doubts,
You’re stronger in me—
I must ask.
And I lay my head in Your lap,
Sobbing in frustration and grief,
Wearied by the world—
I’m spent.
Here in the Cottage-by-the-Sea,
Again You school me on,
Running the race—
With hope.
We all get tired and worn,
The best among us fail,
When we try alone—
To win.
Thank You for rescuing me,
For forgiveness and hope,
Love always there—
Jesus.
            dfav 10/27/15
—Donna