Finding Peace on the Waves

Some days might feel
Like we are on the waves
Tossed around in a boat
Looking for a hand to save

Splash after splash
We get soaked
We can’t catch our breath
With no anchor of hope

Our muscles are weak
From moving the oars
We’re getting nowhere
From an endless chore

Walking on water
A figure comes near
He gently asks
If we’ll allow Him to steer

When we hand Him the oars
We can finally breathe
Our worries dissolve
And our fears leave

Now we can rest
In His loving care
For each day we know
He will be there

Bridget...