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The stormy seas reflect my troubled mind,
A turbulent depiction of my heart;
Questions rise up like the surging tide
As the empathetic sky begins to weep.

My flesh and spirit are engaged in war,
A battle felt inside, it goes unseen
Save to those who search my reddened eyes,
The few that hear my soul sigh from within.

I long for an encounter with a Light
That speaks in thunder with a word distinct;
It's hard to recognize the still, small voice
Amidst the whispers of my own desires.

My Lord, I want to know Your perfect will
That I may follow on the path You chose,
So help me to obey in things I know
And trust You in the things You don't reveal.

~~Erin Metcalf~~
© 1997

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