Days of Chaos

Amongst the chaos of a day,

Everyone buzzes, shouts, demands, says

Look at me; I am working hard, harder than you are!

Do I stay humble and work quietly, diligently,

Or call this chaos what it is. Distraction. Noise. Hell on earth.

“I will thank you always for what you have done”

Psalm 52

I will Cross the Sea

I will cross the sea.

And leave my shore behind;

A twenty-seven foot boat awaits me, filled with teachers.

I will cross the sea.

Climbing into the wooden boat, my knees are skinned;

Ouch! No matter I am here now, with unexpected friends. How nice.

I will cross the sea.

They all talk about God, and some journey;

They were all hurt getting into the boat too. That’s strange.

I will cross the sea.

Someone is asleep at the stern; the wind increases;

The boat resembles the roof of my church, whitecaps now.

I will cross the sea.

Waves now wash in, some are shouting, others calm;

Twelve terrified men stumble towards the man in the stern; still sound asleep.

I will cross the sea.

If we sink now, amongst this chaos, we will be protected, I think;

No. I am sure. Hey what’s happening they woke the poor guy up.

I will cross the sea.

He stood up, stretched out his arms, but not a waking stretch;

The seas dropped, and fear. We are in the right boat. We are safe. Who is this man?

Is there chaos and beauty in your life at the same time?

We know this happens in the real world, the beauty and the beast in mankind coming out.

Faith is the answer, “I will not reject anyone who comes to me,”