Storm Tossed Morning

Storm Tossed Morning

by

Mollie Lyon

My strength is beaten

The storm tosses, tears apart my boat

I hang on to a shard

It won't keep me afloat.

I stretch down deep

I reach with my feet

I feel the Rock,

An Anchor solid.

I claim the life of abundance

I stand, knocked about

My feet don't want to dance

I stand with no desire to shout

A whimper, but I won't be low laid.

My strength is not my own

I am nothing, but what I am made.

With Jesus, my Rock,

I'm anchored in strength

In this moment I am not locked.

I can move

I can dance

I can run

I am alive.

In Him alone, I put my trust.

Even though I am not affected by the storm in the East, we have all kinds of storms and we need to trust in Jesus, alone.