A Poem: The Wishlist

The Wishlist

Love uncomprehendable
Love that's so divine
Love so dependable
Love that's hard to find

Hope that overcomes all odds
Hope that outweighs fear
Hope not from other gods
Hope that brings some cheer

Peace to end all silly wars
Peace of mind and soul
Piece by piece we find our own
Peace that makes us whole

Faith so overpowering
That moves a mountain strong
Faith so overwhelming
We break out into song

Grace that opens up my heart
Grace that God gives me
Grace that makes my sins depart
Grace that sets me free

Waves of Doubt

In the roaring of my mind's own storm

I do not feel at ease

Lost and so long forlorn

Amidst my soul's deep seas

Ripping at me inside out

Tearing at my soul

Tossing me through waves of doubt

It takes its heavy toll

It churns

And splashes

It turns

And crashes

Beyond my weak control

And makes me yearn for something more

That will appease my soul

For in the roaring of my mind's own storm
I do not feel at ease
Lost and so long forlorn
Amidst my soul's deep seas

Light Shining out of Darkness

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain: God is His own interpreter, And he will make it plain.

William Cowper