Harbor Hope

When I feel powerless without much hope,
so helpless somehow I can't face the test,
not to hang by a thread, but for a rope
I reach in storms, and harbor hope for rest.

Welcomed by all Your might and certainty,
enfolded in Your arms, on Your firm ground,
and for whatever winds may bother me
I call upon Your angels to surround.

For You, Who are my harbor and my rock,
full of attention, nourishment and care,
will pull my wave-tossed craft up to Your dock,
and hook it tightly with my humble prayer.

Filled with Your strength and grace, I sail the race,
no longer hopeless, Lord, I rest my case.

                  by Pete Voelz  --