Friday, May 01, 2009


Ebb and Flow

Joy and sorrow come and go
Joy and sorrow ebb and flow.

All seems lost, then all is gained
Nothing seems to remain the same.

Would it be better if I could be
A calm lake rather than a rushing river?

A river that rises and falls
As the rains fall from heaven
In times only known to God.

Life is that river.

It rises and falls
It ebbs and flows.

Do I spend my time wishing for predictability,
Or do I follow my shepherd as he leads me by still waters
After leaving the valley of the shadow of death.

My passions rise and fall
But the hesed of Yahweh never ceases.
His mercies never come to an end.

They are new every morning,
But as predictable as the sunrise.

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