On the Rock

As my thoughts ricochet off a wall of silence,

I tread a line 'tween faith and doubt;

But I stand my ground in firm defiance

Knowing my strength may soon run out.

At the crossroads on this life’s hard journey,

I linger, not knowing the way ahead;

The signposts are few and the options many,

And confusion fills my heart with dread.

But I will not look at the wind and waves,

And I will not lean on my fragile skill;

I will fix my gaze on the One who saves,

And humbly yield unto His will.

Though my state be beyond my understanding,

Yet, I won’t give in to fear’s cold grasp;

On the Rock is where I’ll remain standing,

And I know my hand He’ll firmly clasp.

Eric Anthony Trott

18th September 2016