In the darkness we gather

In the Light we see

Fear envelops and nothing is safe

We turn from the Light

And fall into darkness

Drowning in a sea where the storm always rages

Hands reach up from below

To pull you under and never let go

But one Hand reaches to pull you out

It comes from above rather than below

As you are pulled under; it’s always there

Waiting for you to grasp for life

Voices all around whispering sweet promises

Which are not… but lies

From a Voice so powerful

You are but deaf

Yet hearing the promises proclaimed and fulfilled

Now reach up and grasp the Hand that saves

Become a part of this Divine Romance.

 

Written by Austen Powell Treadwell

Sent to mom from basic training camp-Fort Sill, Ok-February 2008

 

 

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