Overwhelmed
Overwhelmed
Storms have come.
Waves
Issues
Complexities
Weight
Worry
Winds coming from every side.
Unexpected
Expected
Disappointments
Defeats
At the end of my strength
So now you must come awake Lord.
Speak to the storm – Be still.
Be the strength I don’t have.
Be the salvation I don’t have the ability to produce.
YOU are my hope.
Bring the calm to the wind and waves once more.
Thank YOU LORD.
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