The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

In the Holy Spirit, with whom I confide,

he restores my strength through each blustery ride.

His peace keeps my panic from the gale at bay

and his lighthouse breaks the night into crumbs of clay.

I will seize the perilous waters and never drown

because even the storm whispers, “His grace abounds!”
By Monika Jeneva

Raw Writings

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