“Come” He says as I feel gentle waves
The tide now has turned for His name sake…
Yet there is a struggle to stay in the same
One of such comfort and familiar names.

This voice is relentless sends crashing waves
Meant to push forward the captives and slaves
Yet lack of understanding refuses such grace
Soon this water is stagnant of waves.

Why…He says softly do you choose to tread
Waiting before you is honey and bread
Vineyards so luscious upon this soon shore
Silence the struggle resisting your Lord..

“LOOK!” Can you see it? A pasture so green
Beautiful flowers so wild and so free
This ocean is headed to Your promised land
But you must quit fighting the tide rolling in.

(JUNE 27, 2015)