Floundering toward the Lighthouse

Thu, 05/19/2016 - 12:49 -- 8ebekah

Ach, oh my Lord, how do you see my days?

Are they hollow or full? -- I look floundering through haze.

Yet seeking, I'm steadied by unceasing love.

Softly, I'm certain, you'll chart out my path,

And living each moment you'll shown then what's right.

Ach, Lord I'm floundering, but you are my light.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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