God,
When everything is chaos,
You Are.
Whole and true;
Solid
Beneath my feet;
An anchor
That stills my mind and heart.
And there is tragedy, Lord.
You warned it would be true.
But in your warning, a beckoning,
So that now you take me in your arms,
That each wound inflicted on my heart
Is not endured alone,
Is not eternal loss,
Is finite,
Is –
In the end with you –
Redeemed.
Redeemed.
For I am not without you, Lord.
Even when I close my eyes and stumble,
You are with me.
My Lord. My God.