What can I claim
And hold secure
Against the rushing
Torrent of life?
Not money,
Able to gain only that
Which crumbles and slips
Through one’s fingers.
Not ability or skill,
Though notable today;
In time and space,
Insignificant and fleeting.
Not family or friends,
With love and support,
Cannot guarantee even
Their next breath.
Not job or position,
Proudly held high,
Falls from one’s grasp;
Replaced by another.
Not all who think well of me,
As sentiment’s barometer
Falls precipitously
With new weather’s arrival.
Not power or control,
A banner billowing overhead,
Then wrenched loose
At the changing of the wind.
In all I survey,
There is nothing,
No, no earthly thing,
That shall endure.
In You alone, Lord,
Do I find my light and salvation;
My security and strength;
My soul’s eternal refuge.
Amen! Beautifully expressed!
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