Steady Stay

The storm knew my name as a child
crashed early through my door.
My small hands were no match
I knew the shadows voice before.

Years passed, the waves smashed
yet still I crossed each sea.
Damaged like the winter oak,
yet His roots grow deep inside of me.

Always a peace in the aftermath
once suffering has had its way.
I feel the Holy Spirit of God,
not pushing - but a steady stay.

I rise again yet this, I wonder,
through all this fire and pain.
A forge to shape a humble man,
for work beyond his name.