King of Glory, Prince of Peace

He has been my King of Glory
My rest, as Prince of Peace
On solid ground,
When waves surround
At journey’s start or when complete

My guiding light when dark descends
Leaves footprints in the sand
Amidst tumult, calm
Or eye of storm
Beside me, takes my hand

In life, and death, and seasons’ change
Obscured, or within view
He upright stands
Bends low with hands
To embrace, or pull me through

19/1/2020

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