Turmoil The stormy seas reflect my troubled mind, A turbulent depiction of my heart; Questions rise up like the surging tide As the empathetic sky begins to weep. My flesh and spirit are engaged in war, A battle felt inside, it goes unseen Save to those who search my reddened eyes, The few that hear my soul sigh from within. I long for an encounter with a Light That speaks in thunder with a word distinct; It's hard to recognize the still, small voice Amidst the whispers of my own desires. My Lord, I want to know Your perfect will That I may follow on the path You chose, So help me to obey in things I know And trust You in the things You don't reveal.

~~Erin Metcalf~~ © 1997