Master of Skies
This is dedicated to my grandfather who was a minister and I found this poem in one of his sermons, so I decided to write something off of it. Here's the poem I found.
Whether the wrath of the
storm tossed sea, or demons, or men, or whatever it be, no water can swallow
the ship where lies the master of ocean and earth and skies.
And here's what I wrote. Part of it was written with reference to the disease I have, sometimes I go through phases where I feel as if the disease is killing me and so I cry upon God to save me.
We all fall, we all sink,
and we all think we can’t do anything.
But there’s someone who
cares who came from above to wipe away all our tears.
So we can forget about
ourselves and focus on the master of all of all earth and all skies and all
things we behold with our eyes.
We think the universe
revolves around all our plans.
But we don’t stop to think
that there’s a master plan.
We don’t need to fear, we
can put all worry out of here.
Because we trust in the
one who creates new life in everyone.
Follow the master of the
sky and He will show you the way tonight.
Lilies that grow up wide
spread out beyond our eyes.
A meteor a fallen star a
burned out orb of the sky.
Fallen hard to earth
fallen hard to be burned.
But do we see its beauty,
the beauty of a star even in the lights of dimness.
Webs we weave of men’s
dainties. Lies we tell to ease thee.
But we need not do these
things.
For everything is opened
and shown anyways.
Open arms sprung out
wide, running feet meet the master tonight.
Dreary of night leave me
now, ray of light shine down on me now.
Giver of life to my soul
come thou forth and make me whole.
This world is a sad and
lonely place, but with your help I can make it a better place.
But I cannot do it alone,
and the disease that washes over my soul needs to be taken care of so I can
serve you some more here on the earth.
Bring thine hand and
touch my head, my stomach, my sides, wherever it hurts, put fourth your hand
into my stomach and change the way things works.
You did this once before
for me, please Lord do it again, my mother couldn’t take my leave.
I must muster some
strength to go on; I must overcome this devil that attached itself to my side.
I must pull the thorn out
and flee from this place tonight.
Psalm 119: 165
Great peace have they
which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them.
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