These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Trust is Riding on the Waves

Trust is riding on the waves
with nothing underneath,
except the One, Who broke the grave,
the matchless Son bequeathed.

Trust is riding on the tide.
The brooding, roiling mass,
from whence no man can ever hide,
a date none e’er can pass.

In trust we float from day to day.
The Lord of HIStory’s ship
doth move along. His Word doth say,
“He takes from man no lip.”

The curtain of this life’s lone end
will shut the day, and ope
the Door to the state no man can mend,
unchanging pain or hope.

Trust is riding on the waves.
The water floats the boat.
The Savior’s languished, empty grave
has swallowed Sin’s dire load.

by Jay O’Toole
on February 20th, 2023