THOUGH IT BE | Poetry

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

My head may Swirl
And my vision dim
My arms may hang
Limply by my side
Yet will my heart sing
My soul Praise
and my Spirit lift
To the bosom of My Maker
For He is my light in darkness
My strength in times of weakness
A steadfast anchor
When storms rage

Times may be hard
and my cry seemingly unheard
Yet in my peril
At my wits end
There is a Hero
Whose name is I AM.