Can you feel the maelstrom
Of your heart swirling?
As something far to strong,
Pulls you into a whirling,
Hurling, shatter mass,
Of timbers and wreckage.
Can you hear the hurt
Of your soul crying?
As you leave it in the dirt,
For a life so fulfilling.
Or so draining and painful,
You cannot decide.
How much will we give for power,
How far will we go for glory?
But another should have the power,
And He should have every glory,
But we shatter ourselves instead,
Searching for something we cannot find.
Can you feel the peace
That comes with joy?
There is such a release
That accompanies this joy.
For our strength is not ourselves,
But our Lord. We must follow Him.
