Faith In The Storm

Precious child torn with tempest,
Tossing through a stormy sea;
Don't you know my hand upholds you,
Keep your faith, your trust in ME.

Be tempted not to glance behind you,
Shards of shipwreck bring but fear;
Keep your gaze, your eyes upon me,
The waters calm as you draw near.

Close your ears to sounds of thunder,
Tremble not at lightning's flash;
Look! The lighthouse looms before you,
Shores of peace as storms you pass.

And as the dawn breaks 'ore the horizon,
The tempest dies, the waters still;
Know that it was I that led you,
That my purpose be fulfilled.

So, precious child torn with tempest,
Tossing through a stormy sea;
Rest and know my hand does hold you,
Keep your faith, your trust in me.

This poem won second place for the March 2008 poetry contest