You are peace in the midst of a terrible storm,
a Spark in horrific darkness.
Your voice is the wind outside,
rustling leaves turned black by dusk,
but lit by the brightness of a lamp standing on the corner.
I walk in the shadows of a fallen world,
I sit and wonder how I'm going to get through the next few moments...
You still my trembling limbs,
calm my fluttering soul,
make me realize that the enemy has already lost,
and that You are here in the darkness calling me out.
"Follow me." You called to Peter, to Andrew.
And now to me.
Follow You, the source of light,
of love,
of peace,
and of hope.
"I will make you a fisher of men."
And what else can I do but follow?
What else can I do but get up on what were once wobbly legs,
now strong and sure,
and follow my Savior?
You called me from the darkness,
stilled my soul,
convinced me all was well,
and showed me beautiful, glorious hope.
"' But he who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep. To him the gatekeeper opens. The sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes before them, and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice.'" ~ John 10:2-4
