Grounded

I sink my feet in
Into the cement of Your Word
It wraps around my legs
And in it, I am secured

The earth shakes beneath
I am buffeted by the tide
The four winds of uncertainty
Strike me from every side

Economies fail and empires fall
Predictions miss their mark
The unthinkable becomes reality
What was certain does not come to pass

For every challenge, I have a promise
A truth for every lie
I have a hope anchored in heaven
On which I can truly rely



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