The journey was not without challenge
Nothing that couldn’t be managed
The way was open,
The horizon clear
Angry skies and threatening winds
I stayed my steps, dug deeper in
Progress being made,
The journey continues
Now comes rain, despairing sight
It’s tougher without the light
I seem to be static
This is not my place
Shelter from the storm is what I need
To Him I will ask, no, I will plead
Just let me hold my place
While the storm passes
I held to the Rock with all my might
Wind, rain and cold were winning the fight
I thought you’d protect me!
Keep me safe!
No longer to the Rock could I hold
Had to let go, then slipped into its fold
Wind, rain, and cold all blocked
I am shielded
The darkness left, and the light, what a warm shine
I came to realize the fight was not mine
When I let go
My Rock held
A contest entry
- God will not prevent the storm, but He will help you through it. by Kooks.
300 points, ended May 14, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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The rock held, oh, you do rock, no 'pun' intended, Sir hahaha overlook me please, I'm up way past my bedtime hahaha and in here messing with you, just 'flick' me out hahahahaha lol
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Thank you very much for your entry. I lvoe the final lines and feel that they are beautifully written declarations of your experiences.
Good luck in the contest
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