SANDS...


Kneeling on the river's bank,
with the cool waters rolling in,
lapping, eating away the sands.

Contemplating...

Life's been hard, oh, how tired,
of the tears and aching hearts,
like the sands that are beaten...

Waiting...

How much more, before life is crushed,
and will no longer be, subjected...
to the harshness?

Breaking...

From the angry sea that surrounds us,
finding it so hard, each step we take,
for fear of waking giants...

Shaking...

Overwhelmed with fear,...not knowing,
others, scarred, misconstruing,
what others have to say.

Quaking...

In the sight of the dangers at hand,
snarling faces, rage turning our way.
Stepping back, looking up, time to pray.

Feeling...

His presence, the peace that overwhelms,
His warm embrace, for the weary and weak,
alone where the cool waters roll in still.

Resting...

With the peace that cannot be understood,
as in the midst of life's toughest trials,
our Savior makes a way.

Standing...

On the Solid Rock, holding onto
His nail scarred hand.
His smile, new hope, restored faith...

Running...

Again with joy and forgiveness,
shaken, but not defeated, beaten down,
but not giving up yet!

Rejoicing...

At the light in the horizon,
reflecting on the sands,
as the cool waters come rolling in again.

Knowing...

While standing on the Solid Rock,
though the waters they may rage,
Home is not that far away.

Loving...

Us so deeply, that His Blood, He gave,
to pave the straight and narrow way.
His love makes the darkness flee...

Victory...

For you and me!

Written By:
Vicki L. Bivins
10-05-06