I Am the Sparrow

Thrown from my ship

I cannot sail

The water's dark

The sun is veiled

The sea is angry, cruel and deep

The shore beyond is far too steep.

I grasp the slippery rope of fear

That pulls me down

But then I hear

The voice that calmed the stormy seas

Echoes round

And touches me

Reminding me, though I'd forgot,

I am the sparrow

That He sought.

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Now standing on the sun-washed shore

I can hear Him

Speak once more

With broken wings I now can fly

The greater heights

I dared not try

And to this day I must be brought

For I am the sparrow

That He sought.

Though I've not exhausted the subject, I feel I have contemplated  trust fully for now. It has been a life-changing, life-saving study, and I am better for it--and grateful.

Trust has also lead me to my next subject:

 love

The hard, sometimes seemingly impossible, agape love.

The kind that requires a lot of trust.

Thanks for reading.