Clinging onto God

Wet fingers grasping

onto a slippery rock,

Reaching above the waves

That crash upon the shore.

Reaching for some firm place,

Some solid ground,

And peace I’ve never

Known before.

Today it is floods,

Restless crashing waves,

Yesterday it was desert,

That burned and wearied me.

The weather is always changing,

‘Round me twirling, spinning,

My eyes go blind,

And I cannot see.

No matter the weather,

No matter the seas,

The way I’ve always made it,

Is clinging onto God….and He clinging onto me.