I drifted on the open sea
No hope of reaching shore,
The waves and billows heaving
Within the ocean roar.

The rip was deep, encircling
To carry me beyond,
My strength so weak and failing-
I couldn't carry on.



But, then I saw a flicker
The light of hope ahead,
I lay back in the moonlight-
In the gentle rays it shed.

For suddenly the ocean calmed
And gently rolled me in,
Depositing me on the beach-
I heard the night bell ring.



I rose upon my feet
And found a well-used path,
The glow was very clear-
The Lighthouse did impart.

I found the door wide open
The hearth was warm inside,
I sunk down in an armchair
And couldn't help but cry.



I felt strong arms around me
With a blanket, snug and soft,
I knew that I was home-
Safe now with my God.

~**~

Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems ŠNov 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from The Heart

Faith is the eye by which we look to Jesus.
A dim-slighted eye is still an eye.
A weeping eye is still an eye.
An injured eye is still an eye."
"Faith is the hand by which we lay hold of Jesus.
A trembling hand is still a hand.
A maimed, deformed hand is still a hand.
Faith is the tongue by which we taste how good the Lord is.
A feverish tongue is still a tongue.
Faith is the foot by which we come to Jesus
A lame, slow hurting foot is still a Foot.
~George Muller

Faith always takes us to the heart of Jesus