My Savior

Through stormy seas, I have been tossed.
Am familiar with pain, grief, heartache, and loss.
But, through it all, My Savior holds my hand,
and by His power and in His strength,
I continue to stand.

I know that no matter the trials set before me,
no matter what may lie in the past,
Only His promises are able to gird me,
and they shall forever last.

My Savior walks with me daily,
He stands near, to comfort and console.
He blesses me with His goodness,
and it is His love, that makes me whole.

I can forge ahead into my tomorrows,
I'll leave behind my tears forever more.
For the day is coming, when the trumpet will sound,
and we shall all walk upon His golden shore.

Our feet will touch the streets of gold;
we will walk in the beauty of Beulahland.
We shall be happy in the land Eternal,
When Our Savior takes us by the hand.

Note: There is NO permission from this Author, for anyone
to use this poem for any purpose. Contact me personally, should
you like to discuss using it. Thank you and may God bless.

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