The Storm Of Pain

So much. The pain is so much.
Around me. And now I'm touched.
I'm touched by pain. The pain I got.
Pain that the sin of men has brought.

I'm touched. I'm wounded. I'm hit.
I'm the target. I'm not missed.
The broken world does not protect.
It gives you up without respect.

Like storm that hits the sails so hard,
It falls on me without alarm.
And if not God, without Him
I'd go straight down with my beams.

My sails are wet. They're torn and ragged.
But I - somehow - sail ahead.
I do not understand the wind,
But to the Lord I'm giving in.

Andre Anokhin
9.07.19

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