MetalFlowers

Where the wind whistles or wither the rain falls; There change never ceases. Lest I be dashed to pieces;  Lord that these changes my faith only increases.. Confounded by this earth and all her illusions; I wonder why I am dealt such confusion.. Seemingly legions of turns I must make as onward I struggle. Help me the right path to take as even now i stumble. Which way shall I set my sails? For on every side I am buffeted about, Is not my face ashen and pail?  And of this boat I only want out.. As I face the flames growing high, I see no release. Kneeling in the melting heat I let an outward cry; Lord! Why have you not given me peace? Then, from behind me, I hear, a quiet assurring voice; Child I am so near! If only you will make me your choice! The path you have taken  Is yours, not mine.. If you have been shaken; It has been on your own time. Trembling in weakness I turn.     Lord, Lea...