Currents rage and torrents roar
Could I have ever wandr'd more
Blindly led to valleys low -
The waters flow;
The waters flow.
The pain, a fire within my flesh
Ashamed, I turn from all the rest
My voice cries out, to friend or foe -
The waters flow;
The waters flow.
I am not heard; no answer comes
The darkness has me overcome
I ache for guidance; for overthrow -
The waters flow,
The waters flow.
Seek me! Hear! I call your name
Thy glory only to proclaim
Rent asunder, even so -
The waters flow,
The waters flow.
I lift my eyes up towards the hills
"Save me" - and my heart it fills
Beneath me strength I've never known -
The waters flow;
The waters flow.
At once my feet are sudden firm
New strength in bones once lame; infirm
Lifted am I by love unknown
His rivers flow;
His rivers flow.
I dare not wander from your throne
I dare not seek where others sow
I dare not turn from what I know -
The waters flow,
The waters flow.
I cannot turn to right or left
I cannot dally here or there
I must not stray, for this I know -
The waters flow;
The waters flow.
Currents rage and torrents roar
I know my soul has never more
Searched and found; and I am free -
His strength in me,
His strength in me.
I boldly stand amidst his stream
The world has now no hold on me
I fear no danger, though waters flow
For hope I know;
Hope I know.
Surrounded by His love perfect
The truth yet reeling; but erect
My soul finds rest; no more to roam
I'm walking home,
I'm walking home.
- Hannah R. Paasch
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...when the colour died out, Alice gave a sigh to see how commonplace the wall grew. "I wish it was always sunset!" she said, half aloud. "I don't like grey things."
"I will take you where the sun is always setting, if you like, Alice..."
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...when the colour died out, Alice gave a sigh to see how commonplace the wall grew. "I wish it was always sunset!" she said, half aloud. "I don't like grey things."
"I will take you where the sun is always setting, if you like, Alice..."
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4 comments:
Beautiful.
But I must ponder... who is the author? ;)
If it be thou, then why doust thou refusest to sign thine own work in thine own name?
Ok, that was silly. But seriously, did you write this, Ms. Paasch?!?
If so, then I would like to write a slightly longer comment on what I think of your poetic skills.
...to which you firmly deny,
though I know not why...
Die to thyself, throw pride asunder,
But do not neglect to lift us- living under,
Under the weight the sin, and the pressure of living.
For by this you will become, one most gracious and giving.
So take hope, and let thyself never forget:
That beauty is sparked, when your words are met,
With the knowledge of the one who put them into place.
For this rekindles the heart with joy of His redeeming grace -
Ok, that's enough.
But yes, thank you very much for the last few comments. I have been lifted. Good night ;)
I did indeed write it, John Roberts. ;) I guess signatures sometimes seem so... so... trite. I just wanted to say what I thought, so I did. Does that make any sense? I will sign in the future, though, I promise!
Thank you for the gift (the verses that you left!) I loved them. Of course. ;)
And one last thing - I "deny" any skills because I do not believe in their existence. They come and go. They are not a good, strong, stalwart, consistent sort of thing... if you know what I mean. (!)
You are quite welcome. I am the one privileged.
I love your writing Hannah! It flows so naturally and I was left encouraged! God bless!
Such wonderful poetry can often kindle a fire.
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