Such Intensity. Can I pass through?
Will I regress to my former view?
Can I stand up and be a man?
Will I purge forth and make my stand?
I wish to rise, embrace my views,
But temptations come and make askew,
All self- esteem. Then I become,
The child again, the broken one.
He promised me, from the tree,
If I have faith, He’ll calm the sea.
Yet faith in Him lies first with me,
To stand for Him and make my plea.
To stand for God and then get peace,
I must have strength that will not cease.
Such is found, in principles,
Values, virtues; all are told,
Within the Word of Life I see,
The standards for dependency.
So while my heart is weak to gain,
Peace in the clash and in the rain,
I’m given hope in God’s great grace,
To have a guide and complete this race.