Storm
A crash of waves
beating a cacophonous rhythm
against the solid foundation
of my mighty fortress.
I crumble before my passions,
knowing the sinking sensation
of the foolish man's sand.
I hope for His sure grasp
to secure my slipping soul,
pulling me from Peter's sea
and placing my feet
on the rocky ground.
Now I know His strength
because He would not bend
against that storm which I
knelt so quickly before.
written by Ben Brick
![Creative Commons License](http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png)
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Go back