Safely Kept

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I’m not Job
But I see my world slipping away
I’m not Jeremiah,
lamenting all through the night and day

I’m not Daniel
yet the lion has come to devour
I’m not Jesus
Awaiting His final hour…

I’m not Paul knocked off his horse
That God might put him
On a different course

I’m not Peter
Walking across  water
Lord, won’t you please,
Help this sinking daughter?

I have sought you daily with tears and my distress
Calling out your name in the midst of this mess

But the seas continue
to churn and rock my boat
Enemies surround me,
Some of them gloat

For they’d rather I’d be
at the bottom of the sea

They keep pouring condemnation
over me

I turn to You alone  and pray that they’d
be set free

But as for me, Lord…

As for me and my house, I beg you today
Show your mercy and grace
I beg you not delay

By faith I’ll cross this ocean
Calling out your name
Jesus, sweet Jesus,
Let these waters be tame

Help me, Help us – I call above the storm
smooth these waters beneath my feet
Cause the stormy seas to calm

But if your will
I sink
To the lowest depths

Meet me there my Savior
For with you I’m safely kept.

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Dawn Paoletta is a life enthusiast who loves to juggle words, chug coffee, and journal excessively. You can find her gathering stones on the beach most mornings. She enjoys hanging out with her hubby, daughter and family pets in Narragansett, RI and shares her passion, poetry and prose @Enthusiastically, Dawn.

27 thoughts on “Safely Kept

  1. oh wow… this reads like a modern psalm.. honest and deep emotions… i think we all have a bit of each of them in us… and he didn’t let peter drown – so he won’t let any of us..


  2. nice psalm/prayer…def have called out just the same in moments of despair when everything was out of my control and i had no hope of getting through it myself…and while i may not be those of the bible, there is a bit of us in them…we can relate…and perhaps find hope….


  3. This is such an honest, heartfelt poem. Gut wrenching, but filled with the truths we all confront at times. We implore God / Jesus to hear us and help us. Those last four lines show me the strength of your faith. I know sometimes it is hard, in those moments we cry out!


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