Looking for somewhere to land
Looking for somewhere to rest
A tree, an olive branch
Looking for somewhere to settle
Looking for somewhere to glean
a mountain top, a harvest spot
Some storms wipe out all places of rest
hiding,
covering,
flooding
but there is a place…
a place that’s deep like the ocean floor
a place where no storm has stirred
a place of peace
a place of depth
a place in you Lord
where I find rest.
So when life’s storms come crashing in
Stand up and calm my sea within.
When I have no place to land
Catch me Lord and help me stand
As deep calls to deep…
I know a place where we can meet…
a place where no storm has stirred
a place that’s undisturbed
a place of peace
a place of depth
a place in you Lord
where I find rest.
cjb
From Streams in the Desert, compiled by Mrs. Charles Cowman- Oct. 19th:
Cushion of the Sea
"And the peace of God, which transcends all our powers of thought, will be a garrison to guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus" (Phil. 4:7) (Weymouth).
There is what is called the "cushion of the sea." Down beneath the surface that is agitated by storms, and driven about with winds, there is a part of the sea that is never stirred. When we dredge the bottom and bring up the remains of animal and vegetable life we find that they give evidence of not having been disturbed in the least, for hundreds and thousands of years. The peace of God is that eternal calm which, like the cushion of the sea, lies far too deep down to be reached by any external trouble and disturbance; and he who enters into the presence of God, becomes partaker of that undisturbed and undisturbable calm.--Dr. A. T. Pierson
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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2 comments:
i really like this poem Carole.
This also spoke to my heart. Honey
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