Wednesday, January 13, 2010

The Earth Groans

A groaning earth swells up... and we,
tossed and trampled, fall shaken to our knees.
He is the rock.

Icy winds scream overhead...and we,
shivering and solemn, stand cowering in the snow.
He is our refuge.

Fires rage, alarms ring out
We lose the ones we lived for...and we,
Surviving residents of a relentless world,
stand numb--alone and hollow.
He is our comfort.

We live in a world of beauty and bitterness
creation at war, a savage pit...
prone to upheavals and rages, and tumults
He is the hand who steadies us
until the day when He becomes
The only way out.

Even so, Come, Lord Jesus.


Carina said...

...and all God's people said, "Amen!"

aftergrace said...

My thoughts, exactly.

Jeeves said...

Even so, Come, Lord Jesus.

Lovely poem