Zion

Waves

I lost my footing so i became

an athlete to find my feet. I

couldn't handle the weather,

so You changed the season.

You put life in slow motion to

teach me how to ride the

waves like on the ocean. I di-

dn't know how to move thr-

ough the storm...I was frozen.

You taught me how to find

form and rhythm without 

clear vision - to keep my ba-

lance in turbulence; to stand

strong when challenged. You

allowed me to suffer and

endure tough lessons, so I

would have compassion, and

make You my foundation. 

Verse of the poem:

‭Psalms 91

1:"Whoever dwells in the shelter

of the Most High will rest in the

shadow of the Almighty 2:I will

say of the Lord, He is my refuge

and my fortress, my God, in

whom I trust."

Vine

Music refreshes my mind

like fruit from a vine. It turns

back the hand of time;

transporting me back to

the day I first heard that sick

rhyme. The intricate flow and

rhythm entices me to stay and

listen...helping to deal with life's 

fluctuating patterns, slicing

through the tension like a knife

dissolving the strife. The beat

hinders the noise in the street.

Its just me, the music, and

the cool breeze.

The final edition:

God refreshes my mind

like fruit from a vine. He

turns back the hand of

time; transporting me

back to the day I first read

that verse. The intricate

meaning and rhythm entices

me to stay and listen...helping

to deal with life's fluctuating

patterns, slicing through the

tension like a knife dissolving

the strife. His Word hinders the

noise in the storm. Its just me,

the spirit, and the cool breeze.