Like the Tide

Once the grueling fires of personal turmoil
Plagued me.
I saw that beast, the unholy creature,
In his brutish might,
Fight against me with bitter lies.
The guilt bound me.
The pain did afflict my soul.
In the morning, noontime, and at even,
It relentlessly thrashed me, bashed me, smashed
me,
Like the tide,
Foaming and frothing,
Washing me away.
Away, away, away, away,
Washing me away,
In it's horrific waters,
Waging and raging.
Rapids of the morbid macabre.
Pining away,
Taking away,
Sorrow of sorrows,
Sea of tears,
A flood of sorrow and woe,
Woe, woe, woe
A flood of sorrow and woe.
Sea of blood.
Bitter wormwood,
Ghastly horrors,
Such as not can these lips utter.
Perpetual nightmare.
Arousing death, that death might be arousing.
Tempest of the infernal.
Waves roaring as a proud beast,
A grotesque, a raging beast.
Life of death, death of life,
And bubbling surf of hell.
I cried. I cried out in my fear,
In my fear, In my fear,
I cried out in my fear.
I feared the worst,
And foolishly felt my prayer unanswered.
Then in the midst of the storm,
The wind did cease,
As my Lord commanded,
Peace, be still.
So I rejoice in him whose name is Christ;
Jesus, my Saviour.