Feelings change like a tide,
But who controls the waves?
Feelings crashing into the shore, but who do they obey?
If it is I, the master of this sea;
Then surely only hurricanes and tidal waves will follow me,
But if it is God, who with authority can say-
"be still"
The waves will rush but never roar;
To my soul how gentle they would feel.
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The poetry book of a wretched sinner
Poetrypoems of places, people, feelings, and emotions. the fluctuating thoughts of someone with hope apart from this life. Here we have the hope, guilt, and the shortcomings of a sinner saved by grace. "I was found in darkness; now clothed by light. My...
