Poetic Flows – The Source

December 20, 2011 Posted by David Merritt No Comments

We can’t do it on our own,
Every moment is a gift.
The breath of life alone,
Any moment it could shift.

So we recognize our source,
The only source in fact.
Who always stays on course,
The living word, anchored intact.

So when the winds and the waves come,
We call on his name.
And the winds and the waves numb,
When the name is claimed.

The source of life,
Our soon coming King.
The source of light,
Our everlasting scene.

All honor. All glory. All power. To our precious Jesus.
-David M.

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