Tossed

It's all right to drift out on the sea, but when the waves toss

You feel the storms power against the tiny craft

You need the guide amidst the shaking, trembling crash

The One who grounds You in a tiny voice that says look harder within

Around You lies the answer to Your questioning doubts

It buoys You in the wild toss and spray of storm

In the howl if the wind revealing voices which say You are small

Of no value in the center of it's power and yet the small

Comfort in the familiar compass says differently

Blowing in gentle breezes You are, You can, You do

Until You find Your not alone and the waves have stopped their tossing

Because You have heard the voice that loves You

It is more powerful than the storm which threatens to overcome You

It is the unlikely power of God sent in the smallest, quietest, lulling wave.