Perspective

A blank page
An empty stage
A white canvas
A clear sky
All just waiting for the world to pass by
Ready for the taking 
Ready for the making 
Unformed clay
Unsailed waters 
Unstacked hay
And the Kings daughter

On the edge she simply sits
Every dream at her finger tips
A season of change
The east wind blows 
And suddenly it’s all rearranged 
Where to cling?
How to hold tight?
What can keep her from the world full of fright? 
Where is God in His strength and might?
Tears fall from her face, caught up in the mystery of time and space
She prays for endurance to finish the race
Leaning alone on only faith
Daily asking God for so much more grace
Needing constant reminders of His promises 
When all the answers seem unclear
All she needs is His presence near
Only his unfailing love can make her calm again

She fills the page
She takes the stage
She colors the canvas
And dreams up clouds for the sky
All by fixing her mind up on high
High up on things above
High up on her beloved one
No more waiting and no more fear
For Jesus came to draw her near
He died on the cross and He formed the clay
He not only sailed but stood on the waters
And He stacked the hay
By His power & might 
He conquered the grave and defeated the darkness of night
To the cross she must cling
Through the doubt
Through the storms 
Through everything - even the unknown
Even the unseen