Eye of the Storm

A reminder of what anchors me

In the eye of this merciless storm,

I feed the fire that keeps me warm.

The peace, the presence, the rock that stands

against the shallow, shifting sands.

I cling to the one that anchors me

against the tide of the raging sea.

The strength that stays until I've won,

the light that shines when I have none.

The joy and future that I seek,

bought not by the prideful but the meek.

I know the things that I must do

to guide this ship straight and true.

The only question I have to pursue

is how to share this love with you.

So hoist the sails, and steer the rudder,

tonight we'll have to rely on each other.

But in the clear morning I hope you'll see

the everlasting beauty of being set free.