When it seems we’re going under…

Images of suffering

searing the brain.

Search for relief

but, all in vain


A colleague lost,

his church decimated.

The anguish that’s felt

can’t be over-stated


Friend wrestles cancer

beyond human aid

Wife & young children,

confused and dismayed


A known hostage taken,

terror’s sick silence.

To those at home waiting

doesn’t make any sense


And all leaves one wondering

Just who’s at the helm

As calamity threatens

to quite overwhelm


Please, lead to that Rock

so much higher than I.

A refuge in need

My helper: draw nigh