The waves are crashing,
Smashing , pouring, roaring in.
Step out of the boat.
—-
It’s a leap of faith
That tames the raging waves ,
Freedom’s within reach.
—-
It’s full trust in Him
that lets you walk on the waves.
Surrender your all.
—-
Isaiah 41:13
"For I, the LORD your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, 'Fear not, I am the one who helps you.'"
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Colleen Walters
i’m just a girl in Florida who likes to write things, usually inspired by events and people in my life..Always be you, because you are awesome-
When I grow up, I want to be a kid again.
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Comments (3)
It's a leap of faith, great
Sooo beautiful! 🤩
My fav one was the 3rd Haiku string. Loved it Haiku writer!