Poetry

A Tornado’s Grace

January 13, 2009

My God is a fire, and I am steel;

a heart of stone made to melt in Him

and be formed to something free

My God is a swell, and I a ship upon the sea

soon to be dashed upon the shore

unless He rescue me

But more joy could ne’er be found

than to be crushed by my King;

to drown in all His breaking waves

and melt as He breathes,

So I will sit and sing within the fire

and laugh at the lashing seas

as the winds of a tornado’s grace

lift to carry me

and I am swept up into that wild abyss

that is the love He brings.

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